History of the Second Massachusetts Regiment of Infantry: A prisoner's diary / A paper read at the officers' reunion in Boston, May 11, 1877

A PRISONER’S DIARY.
A PAPER READ AT THE OFFICERS’ REUNION IN BOSTON, MAY 11, 1877,
SAMUEL M. QUINCY,
CAPTAIN SECOND MASSACHUSETTS REGIMENT OF INFANTRY. BREVET BRIGADIER GENERAL VOLUNTEERS.
BOSTON: George H. Ellis, Printer, 141 Franklin Street. 1882.
PRIVATELY PRINTED FOR THE ASSOCIATION.

The committee’s announcement, that on this evening there would be read by me a paper relating to the history of the regiment, I fear may have awakened false expectations. But it was suggested that a little personal history of my own experiences, from the moment when that terrific flank fire caused the regiment to leave me for dead on the field of Cedar Mountain to the moment when, three months later, I again came under the stars and stripes at Aiken’s Landing, would interest former comrades for a short time to-night. It is safe to say, perhaps, that our regiment passed through every possible experience of the war. In all the various scenes of suffering and endurance, both physical and mental, which the war could offer, the Second Massachusetts was represented; and in that view, perhaps, the personal adventures of those who, while separated from the corps, always considered its membership the highest of honors, may be considered as forming part of the general history of the regiment itself.
I was fortunate enough to find in my blouse pocket, after acute physical suffering had in a measure given place to the prisoner’s worst enemy, the leaden vacuity of ennui, a little duodecimo almanac and diary for 1862, with half a lead pencil. With these, by dint of fine writing, I succeeded in keeping a sort of journal of daily events, with my reflections thereupon, during the whole period of my captivity, the last entry being comprised in the words, “ A free man at Willard’s .” From this journal, I shall make copious extracts, believing that words then written will reproduce the situation better than any subsequent description from memory.
At about 2 P.M. on the 8th of August, the long roll was beaten in the camp of the Second Massachusetts, at Little Washington. As has often happened, we fell in only to fall out again with the news that it only meant get ready to march; and in fact it was nearly five before we were off. The heat during the first hour or two of the march was severe, but the latter part was by moonlight and very pleasant. Still, I find it recorded that some unfortunate and unseasoned recruits, who had just joined us from home with knapsacks heavy with five times what they really needed, were utterly played out before the sun was down. And here I take up the narration as I find it in the little book referred to, with an occasional interpolation and explanation which will be marked as such in brackets.