You hear the bugler sound Mess Call, and you grab your mess kit and follow the others to the line. Supper is probably the highlight of the day. After clean up the company falls in for the lowering of colors. As darkness falls you are sitting around a campfire with your friends. There is the usual grousing and joking and then silent moments too, as you gaze into the flames and feel the strong sense of comradeship that are building between you and your fellow soldiers.
Day is done.
You crawl off to your tent and hear the melodic notes of Taps echoing through the camp being sounded. You realize that no amount of reading and studying of the period can replace the experience of living it as you do. Moments later you are fast asleep.