--Sunrise--
Reveille had already been called, morning roll call attended, and most men had already set to frying up some salted pork for breakfast. A few scattered regiments, most of them new to battle --fresh units that had arrived after Fort Donelson-- were drilling off in the distance. What ignorant bugler was playing revellie again? Was he deaf? Maybe dumb. Both, most probably. An officer was debating with himself, --as he did most every morning-- deciding whether or not he should bother shaving. He sighed. He'd rather save the water for his canteen and deal with the itch. An artillerist was just about to worm the bore of his crew's gun again when he heard a familiar, low, rumbling far away. Every veteran ear in camp perked up. Sergeants shouted orders, Colonels climbed onto their mounts; most men just grabbed their cartridge pouches and slung them on. Before the green men knew what to ask, a battery opened fire, plastering the camp with shot and shell.