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I do not know what impression the Real Women Love Football Smart Women Love The Steelers shirt accounts of the Third have made upon your minds, but the impression everywhere made by the boys themselves has been extremely favorable. Every one I talked with in St. Louis, spoke in highest praise of the gentlemanly behavior of the Third—in contrast, I am sorry to say, to some other regiments. And it was so all along our journey eastward. Wherever we stopped any length of time, as at Louisville, Cincinnati and Parkersburg, the papers spoke in the most commendatory terms of our men. We were at Parkersburg nearly a whole day, and “took in” the town. The dailies of that place each gave us a column write-up that made us feel proud of the standard of conduct maintained by our regiment.

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As most people are aware, the day Real Women Love Football Smart Women Love The Steelers shirt in the tropics as nearly as possible at 6 o’clock and lasts twelve hours. Two hours before dawn I was up and fortifying myself against the damp morning air with a good breakfast of roast chicken, rice and coffee. My men, wrapped in their thin cotton shirts, lay about the fires on the damp ground, seemingly unmindful of rheumatism and fever, and only desirous to sleep as long as possible. I awoke my crew at a little after 5, and he, unassisted, launched the raft.

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Before sunrise the entire Third Regiment, leading the Real Women Love Football Smart Women Love The Steelers shirt Brigade, having broken camp, was formed along the winding road that trails up the hillsides from the little valley, and was ready for the command “Forward.” Before the dew had yet wholly vanished from the clover, and before the ripening blackberries had lost their morning coolness, we marched into the old camp led by the band playing “Dixie.” We had marched about twelve miles in three hours and forty-five minutes, and only three men had to be brought in in the ambulances. It was remarked by some one that we went so fast we could not read the signs in Dunn Loring.

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