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It was still drizzling in the morning, with brown drifting clouds and a / damp chilly wind. It was a queer thing for me as I opened my eyes to / think that I should be in a battle that day, though none of us ever / thought it would be such a one as it proved to be. We were up and / ready, however, with the first light, and as we threw open the doors of / our barn we heard the most lovely music that I had ever listened to / playing somewhere in the distance. We all stood in clusters hearkening / to it, it was so sweet and innocent and sad-like. But our sergeant / laughed when he saw how it pleased us all.
"Them are the French bands," said he; "and if you come out here you'll / see what some of you may not live to see again."