WednesdayFeb 25, 2026
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Of conditions at Valley Forge, Pennsylvania, a certain Dr. Albigence Waldo wrote: Poor food hard lodging cold weather fatigue nasty clothes nasty cookery vomit half my time smoked out of my senses the devil's in it I can't endure it. A pox on my bad luck. There comes a bowl of beef soup full of burnt leaves and dirt, sickish enough to make a Hector spew away with it boys I'll live like the chameleon upon air!... There comes a soldier, his bare feet are seen through his worn-out shoes, his legs nearly naked from the tattered remains of an only pair of stockings, his breaches not sufficient to cover his nakedness, his shirt hanging in strings; his hair disheveled; his face meager.... He comes and cries with an air of wretchedness and despair, 'I am sick, my feet lame, my legs are sore, my body covered with this tormenting itch ... and all the reward I shall get will be 'Poor Will is dead!'
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