On th' afternoon o' that second day's fightin' there was nothin' on earth to us like water.

Th' wounded was beggin' for it.

Oh, boys, they was beggin' for it somethin' pitiful, an' we that wasn't wounded, our tongues was all swollen an' our lips was parched till they cracked open.

So some of th' boys volunteered t' go to th' river, an' we took canteens an' camp kettles an' started.
"One of us never come back, an' a lot of us got shot up, but we got water.

Not much, but we got water.