Silas say that again we are safe.
I fear we cannot, and Hugh will be gone. Who will take Hugh's place and care for us as
he would. But I hope better things are in store for us, and I think we will get along
safe, and we will be done fighting shortly, and then Silas and me will march into
Centralia, two of the proudest and happiest boys living, and unite families, father,
brothers, and sisters dear to us. I did think that as our Reg was so small, and so
many sick, and done so much good fighting that perhaps we would get to rest and let
other Regs that have never done any fighting try it. But I have no such hope now, for
I almost know we are going with this brigade and the division to Corinth. Everything
goes to show that we are going with the army. But I do know we have a little
advantage of them. They cannot put us in but one more fight, and one more will do us,
none will be left, either killed, wounded, or missing. It is nine o'clock Saturday
night. Hugh can tell you how it has been raining and still at it, and how well we
fared, and what we had to eat when it was too [undecipherable] to cook. In fact, he can tell you so
much that I need not write for a month. I wrote to Brunton, Kate, and Mary today.
I put them in the office before I knew Hugh was going home. I will go to bed. Good
night, Zetty and Oscar.
Remember, William
