Trenches outside Santiago Dear Cabot: Tell the the Spaniards are fight very hard, and att charging their entrenchments against modern rifles is terrible. We are within measurable distance of a terrible military disaster; we must have help — thousands of men, batteries, & food & ammunition. The other volunteers are at a hideous disadvantage owing to their not having smokeless powder. Our General is poor; he is too unwieldy to get to the front. I commanded my regiment, I think I may say with honor. We lost a quarter of our men. For three days I have been with at the extreme front of the firing line; how I have escaped I know not; I have not blanket or coat; & have not taken off my shoes even; I sleep in the drenching rain, & drink putrid water. Best love to Nannie. Yours ever TR
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