Camp Reno Breshear City Mar 4 [sic]

 

            Dear Wife I will write you a few lines I sent you a paper and a few lines april 2 and I did not know whare we should go well I dont know where we shal go yet bot that day I wrote to you that night we strock tents and marched clear up hear the distense of 10 mild we was dredfol tired we had to lay down on the ground all night our tents did not come till this morning last night we had to lay on the ground we have affle hevy fogs nights and it is as hard as a rane last night jest as we got laid down I was thinking of haveing a good nights rest we was all slepy and worn ought our gun boat fired some cannon at a rebel gun boat and we expected a atact from the rebels and the long role was beat and we had to get ought and role our blankets all up and poot evry thing on bot the rebels darnot come we stacked our gunes and laid down agane I will tell you what for a time we had I dont want you to say eny thing abought it we have commenced drawing whisky we draud too dayes and the capten has ben drunk / ever sence we draud the first day you never see sotch a time as we did have he fell in the mud and sotch a looking man you never see we had lots of fun I think I shal get a letter from you to night well dear we have got our tents all up and got good boards on the ground I am riting in a orenge orcherd and sotch a fine place I never see before flours all over the ground I never see eny thing so plesent I do wish you was under the orenge tree with mee L C H

 

Camp Reno March 6 [sic]. Dear Lib I will try and finish this letter to day I was sargent of the guard yesterday and some of this morning I am well and feal the best kind our redgment had to get up agane last night we expected the rebels was going to try to cetch us asleep bot they cant dont we have got reforsements I dont believe they dare atact us we will atact them in les than fore dayes I feal considerble worn out bot I could set and write to my dear all the day long and langdon sed abe and sergant botner is out drilling abe is going to tent with mee know we have got red of hirom and I am dredfol glad for / he is jest sotch a man as my mother no man atall dear lib I had some fun last night I got a gun away from one of the guard and you never see eny body so scart as he was our countersign was Trenton and went by one of the guard I told him jordon and he sed it was wright and after he let me pas I told him I would arest him and he pled for mercy and I told him I would not say enything abought it that time the feald oficer of the day sed I ternes out my guard the best of eny redgment in the brigade we have to get out all the guard and present arms to him and then I take the countersign make him get of from his horse he was a fine man I had lots of fun dear lib I got my box this morning and george rowly got his and I got my boots on redy O dear lib I like yours and netties picture the best kind nety looks so funy it makes me laugh evry time I see it and I think yours is good too and dear how good you bee to send me some socks they are knice dear lib how knice the things is in my box the cake is jest as knice as it was / when you made it and the boter is knice and swet and my sauce O dear lib I think so motch of my too cans of sauce I guess I shant brake them open and the beris is knice and the dried beef is knice I will bet I will live know for a while we have got some ceronts and dried beris stued for diner if we dont leave hear wright along I shal injoy it beter dear lib I think you do know the most of eny woman around there you poot the things up so knice george rowly box did not come so knice as mine the men think I have got alltogether the best things our cheas is jest as good as it could be dear lib I think more and more of you I wish you I could have time to write bot I have not got time to we most fix up our things I have got lots and more too I shal live for too months it is abought time I got a letter from you and I think we will the first male what I have got abe can eat with mee till it is gone our men has great time drawing whisky I shant draw mine if I can get along without I can get along without it From you tru and loving Hosbond

 

to his dear wife with lots of kisses      L C Hakes

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