Camp at Warington

Thursday November 16th 1862

Feeling pretty good again after the march. Writing by candle light. Orders to move, possibly tonight. “Jackson is in our rear with a lot of men to attack us and if we don’t leave to night we will have to go in the morning.” Busy with inspection and drilling all day, no time to wash clothes. “I don’t know where we will go from here the talk is we are going to attack the Rebels they say we are entirely surrounded by them so I thought I must write to him.” Fletch is cooking their rations to take with them, has no money left for postage.

“Dear Clara god onley [sic] knows how I love you and my little ones keep good care of them and yourself until I see you al again which I hope above all things to do so hopeing gods blessing rests upon you all I will bid you all good by for the present. Excuse my hasty writing. From yours fondly and truly now and forever god helping me. Yours P.L.D”