Dear Mother and Father,
just ended a battle in a little town in Pennsylvania called Gettysburg. This battle was the worst I have seen, for
there was a very ominous feeling in the summer heat on July 1st. I noticed the feeling … even thought I
couldn't quite put it into words.
Gettysburg battle was horrifying – men, both Confederate and our own, were
lying dead and dying almost every where.
In a small patch of field near a hill called Little Round Top, I
estimated that near 6,000 soldiers, blue and gray, were either mortally wounded
or dead … And night had not fallen yet.
During the night, from our camp nearby, I heard the screams of those
frightened souls. After the screams
softened, a new sound evaded my ears … the sound of a wild pig. As we passed the field the next morning, the
previous colors of blue and gray had been replaced by another … crimson red.
shudder to think of the way those mend died … alone, in the silence of the
night, and with their enemy. I doubt
they had cared whether they were Confederate or Union soldiers anymore, just as
long as they knew someone was close by.
raining harshly here now, and the thunder claps every few moments and the
lightning strikes somewhere in the distance.
To be fighting for a cause such as this causes me not to mind the
weather, or whether I live or die. To
be a survivor at Gettysburg is an honor … for the war is turned. I'm ecstatic to be writing this, for now our
army is going to march on to victory to honor those who died fighting. And now you also know your son is alive, and
ready to continue.
me, but above all pray for the cause.
In your hearts, honor those who gave their lives for the future of our
nation. Never forget them.
I love you both,
Lt. Jimmy Buchanan