November 15, 1861 Dearest Mary, I hope you are doing well. The days go on that I am more and more forgetting your beloved face. I wish I could be there to hold your hands and I pray that when I return the sickness has deceased and I can be with my healthy, happy wife again. I am counting down the days until the Confederacy can win the war and secede from the retched Union. Being a General is very agonizing. Everyday I must train troops, bark orders, and go to som...
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