Letter Home
I'm growing weary marching on this road to Chancellorsville. It's hard not knowing what awaits as I top the next hill. Your picture in a locket, I keep next to my heart. It helps me not to feel alone while we are apart. I do not know what will come from this awful war, but I believe in the causes that we're fighting for. I think of you both day and night, I pray God keeps me strong. And when this war has ended, I'll find my way back home.
Today has left me hungry, depleted of supplies. Although my body's breaking down, I'm thankful I'm alive. I lay here empty, shivering, my body filled with pain. I cannot wait until the day I see your face again. Many now have fallen, but I must persevere, as when this war is ended, I'm coming home my dear. Until that day's upon us and you are in my sight, I hold to our undying love to see me through the nights. Please know my dear I love you whatever fate may hold. You're always in my heart and forever in my soul.
Copyright © Kevin Hailey | Year Posted 2020
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