Jefferson Barracks Ward D

July the 30^th 1864

 

Dear Rittey Ann I am permitted to drop you a fiew lins in ansor to your letter baring date of the 27 which red with pleasure I was glad to hear from you and the children I am sory to hear that the brush whackers is in your countrey I am in hops that tha will soon play out and our part of the countery be at peece if it is not when our boys comes home we will kill every man of them we can find we will come prepared to rout them all and kill them if we live and hav good luck we no som of them rebs and we will tend to them we hav 53 three days yet to serve and then / our time is out and then if we live and hav good luck we will be free a while to tend to such men and we will shurley do so

 

My eys is on the mend slow but I think I will be well in too or three weeks and if I can get a furlow in 10 or 12 days I will come home to see you all I think I will get one if I stay hear that long I may be sent back to the Redg I cant tell tho when I am well only my eys one of them is prettey near well the other will not be well for some time yet well you must do the best you can till I get home and then I can tend to the stock and all the things a round us then and then / if the rebs gets whiped out this sumer and fall I think I will stay at home but if not I dont no but what I will enlist a gane and never give it up till the last reb and bushwhacker is killed and put onder the sod I cant live where the rebs is or bushwhackers is in the countrey well I will try to come home as soon as I can tho I may never live to see you on this earth I want to meet you all in hevan so I must close soon

 

So fare well to all

                                    J W Sanders

did you                        R A Sanders

get my

over coat

that Jack Wilkerson broat to

Chillecothe for me

 

            I wold like to no /

 

well Nancey Jane a fiew lins to you I am well only my eys and I truley hope those lins will find you well and doing well well nan be a good girle and wate for a soldier boy and never wed a home sick Curd wate and a soldiers brid So let the cannons boome as tha will you must be gay and happey still and never wed a home sick Courd wate and be a soldiers bride

 

I send my respects to you all and want to be rememberd by you all tell the children I send my lov to them all tell them to hav a pig fat for me to help them eat it when we come home and save me a hine leg of a fat chicken to eat fare well rite soon

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