June 7, 1864

My dear Lt. Anderson,  

I trust this finds you well and enjoying the new weather we have had as of late. I am not certain if you received my last letter thanking you for the package you sent me. I have not had a chance to enjoy everything in it, but will soon.  

 I am beside myself as posting letters has been a bit of a strain these weeks past. I have been busier than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs and short of paper and ink.  

 My recent travels have brought me to be much too close to this terrible war and the horrors it is offering. Most recently, I have had to assist much too close to the fighting in a field hospital. How dreadful a place. I fear I shall never get the blood stains off of my hands.    

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 I must get this off to town to make the train. I shall write soon.  

Yours, Miss Rose   

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June 10, 1864

My Dear Miss Rose

  I do hope this letter fines you and your family in good health.

  Sorry to hear about the fighting up north, the papers you sent give a grim view of our great cause.

  I was sadden to hear that you had to attend to the wounded from both sides but It is  such a noble thing to do. I always knew you would never take sides in this great conflict when it comes to tending the wounded and dying. 

I myself was slightly wounded yesterday during a small but bitter skirmish near the Duck River not far from Murfreesboro, Tennessee with members of Company G 3rd Ohio Cavalry.

One their  Yankee mini balls clip my right wrist causing slight damage. After a running skrimish we finally escaped to a safe haven about ten miles away, near Lebanon.

I knew we were in luck as we  neared the Cato Plantation named "The Cedars of Lebanon" Miss Ruth a gentle woman in her seventies. She dressed my wound for me. She also fed my squad of soldiers with a home cooked meal of lamb and cornbread which she could ill afford to give us as food has been scarce in these parts since both armies have stripped what was left of the winter crops.

A slave named James just came in saying there is a Yankee patrol about five miles outside of Lebanon looking for my squad so I must end this correspondences. Miss Ruth has promised to send it along as soon as it safe.

May the Good Lord protect you and your family

Your obedient servant

Lt. Anderson