Marietta, Ga

 Sept 14^th /63

 

My Dear Wife

                        I will start to my command this evening. I dont know when or where I will be able to find it. the cars ran togather last night above here, and killed some 50 men and wounded something over one hundred more. I learn that I will have to march about thirty miles before I can get to my regt. I dont know when I will be able to write again.

 

My dear, dear little wife forgive all my past little pettish ways and know that I love you better than I do my own sweet self. My love to mother & respects to father, John & Louis. With much love and many many kisses I am your affect husband in haste

 J. C. W[?]son

 

 

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Why does fate separate those that

love so fondly?

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