February 1st 1864
I’ve been stranded here in Virginia since January sixth. Me and the North Carolina 28th battalion are in the mud and dust, praying for light. I’ve just turned 22 and missing your famous blueberry cobbler you always make me on my birthday. Your tinplate keeps me hope as I hold it in my pocket. I will write back soon. I have begun to hear the cannon’s blaze across the fiery hills towards the north. I hear Sherman is coming
I love you…
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