He made an effort to spring up as he uttered the last word, but his strength failed, and he fell across my lap, dead. The bravest spirit that ever led a charge was marching through the pearly gates!
I had him buried this morning before the battle, and marked the grave, so it may be easily found. You must go down to Mr. Cheyleigh’s and tell them how he died.
I close now to visit Ben, who is suffering with a broken arm. Love to mother, and a kiss to my dear boy.
May God bless and preserve you all.
Yours devotedly,
John.
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Our Country Home, Oct., 1864.
My Dear Boy: