When we got here, there was orders for us to go back to Goodrich's Landing (the Reg). We went back there, put up tents and fixed up, but next day we was ordered to Milliken's Bend, so down we came, and the next day our Reg went in the rear of the Marine Brigade, out about six miles. The Marines went on to Richmond and drove the Rebels away. We returned the same day. We are fortifying this place, and I think it necessary, for I think we are liable to be attacked at any time. In fact, I expect an attack before long unless Vicksburg falls, and that will not be soon. The forces here are all Negro Reg. The 9th La Reg is about three hundred strong, the 11th La not so strong, 1st Miss about one or two hundred, 3rd Miss 5 or six hundred, and our own, say five hundred fighting men. I am sorry to say our own Reg is by far the best drilled Reg here, and the best officered. You see, I can't get out of a Crack Reg. It is warm, yes warmest. I will write often now as we are settled. I have no chance to send that to my Zetty. Tell her I know she had not forgot her Pa. Write direct here. Your WilliamThis was William's final letter. He died at Milliken's Bend on July 13, 1863, of Typhoid fever. On the following pages are letters by his 2nd Lieutenant, Frederick Smith, his wife, Sarah, and his 1st Lieutenant, H.H. McElhaney regarding his death.
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