February 25, 1836—Thursday
It was still wet and drizzly this morning—the leftover of rain last night. This afternoon it got so warm the sharpshooters on the walls had to take off their coats.
It’s like gnats on a horse, but we are inflicting minor casualties on the Mexican army by rifle fire. Their cannon have slowed down some. As their men are sent up to load and fire from the closer positions, we have picked them off … one by one. Some are a little hesitant to come up to the front positions during the day now, but they’ll refortify tonight, I’m sure of it.