Dear Diary, I want to go home! I'm tired of the Army - this constant guard duty, picket duty, skirmishing, and to no use. The real fighting seems to be in Virginia and Missouri, and I'm stuck here in Paducah, KY. We lost another one at Balls Bluff, in Virginia, on back in October. Another real disaster, from the newspaper accounts. The Rebs have formed a provisional government over in Russellville, and actually voted Kentucky into the Confederacy on the 13th of December. And here I sit. Actually, I'm just homesick. Today we'd have all the family together, and after church would all sit down to a big dinner and exchange presents. Instead, I've got guard duty again - third time this week - and by Christmas dinner will be salt pork, hardtack, and what passes for coffee. I did get a Christmas present of sorts from home last week - a new shirt and three pair of socks. That gives me three shirts now - one good one and two "Army issue". As for socks, I wear them out as fast as I get them, what with all the marching. Mail is pitifully slow, and that's all a soldier lives for. I don't think I've gotten more than one letter every fortnight since I've been in the Army - and I'm faring better than most. It's really sad to see the boys cluster a round the First Sergeant for Mail Call, then see them go away with tears in their eyes when they don't get a letter. I know the feeling all too well. We really haven't had a pitched battle. There have been some down around Bowling Green, and the Rebs are supposed to be building some forts on the Cumberland and Tennessee Rivers. Henry and Donelson, I here they've called them. Not that the generals have consulted me, but I expect we'll be moving on them sometime after the first of the year. It doesn't make a lot of sense to keep us up here sitting around when there's fighting to be done down in Tennessee. Hopefully, this new year will see the end to this rebellion, and I can spend the next Christmas with my family. At any rate, Merry Christmas, Diary!