My beloved Rose,
I don't know when this letter will get to you, but I'm writing it to let you know that I'm fine. I'm a long way from home. To this day God has helped me every step of the way, and I have been able to get through this war. It hasn't been easy though. For God puts these challenges ahead of us to measure our strength. A young man that belonged to our regiment got shot yesterday evening by a Yank, and died this evening. It was a frightening thing to see. Little did he know that when he was given that chloroform he was not going to wake up. He attended church here with me but I didn't know him too well. Although I have met several acquaintances here who are part of the cavalry, young men who I knew back in Virginia. Some other news is that I have had my uniform made, it fits me very well. I was also given my cartridge box. And I had my photograph taken today, which I will try to convey to you before I leave. I had it taken that my baby—if I should never return, may have some idea of my appearance. You see life in war isn't the fanciest and definitely not something to envy. What will become of us after we leave this place I can not say. I still don't know where we're headed to next but I will write to you from every station. Please take care of yourself. I can render you no assistance or comfort. I can not be with you for many long days. I am here separated from all I love, far away from them with no hope of soon returning. But put everything in God's hands and he can do no wrong. Just remember that I love you. Good bye darling, please write back and kiss my little boy for me.
Yours affectionately & devotedly,
James
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