No matter what the circumstances are for a soldier, there is always room for reminiscing about the "good ol" days. Here is a funny story that a soldier captured in a letter to a friend named, Henry about sleeping arrangements.
"On the wall was printed billet 56 - 35 men. Well Henry, I went to sleep on the floor. It was kind of dark in there and I couldn't see just where I was sleeping. About 2pm, an old cow came in and laid down long side of me. She'd been out to a lawn party maybe I guess, and was kind of late about making camp. But I didn't mind her coming in late if she kept from chewing. It made me hungry to listen to her Henry. When I woke up this morning, Henry, there was one of them long haired goats that they milk laying on the foot of my bed. There was another guy sleeping opposite to me from where the cow slept and along side of him was a fat old coshone which is French for hog, Henry. After breakfast I went down to get some sleep and little while ago the owner of the place come in and starts making false motions at me like as if he's going to start an offensive or something and throw me out on my ear. Pretty soon I made out that he's going to unload a cartfull of hay into the loft and that if I don't get out the horse will walk all over my stomach. So I rolled up my blankets and here I am out here back of the henhouse or duckhouse or something writing to you. This is some war, Henry. Good bye Henry." (From Seth Bailey, Henry's Pal to Henry.)