Sunday, January 1, 1865

Fair and quite cold. Wind North. I awoke about 4 o'clock this morn and was brought to my senses by Will Webber saying "I wish you a happy New Year". The regiment was turned out under arms and one wing went into the Fort till daylight. I was not obliged to go so did not. I have not kept the Sabbeth as I would like to, being obliged to work on Muster Rolls all day and evening. I have had but little time to review the Old year but I hope I may be able to improve upon it during the year upon which I have just entered. May the Record I shall keep in this book be such as I shall not be ashamed to review at any future period of my life. May God be my trust.

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