Rizzo 8

February 23, 2004 - 10:45 p.m.

July 12, 1863

My dearest Shawna,

(pretend I’m currently using the fountain pen font)

since the retreat we have been camped in a swampy mire for nearly three weeks now. the troops are becoming restless. General Longstreet personally whipped a man yesterday for trying to elope. we are all on half rations, and I can barely get up the energy to drill, haul firewood, take care of the horses, and cook for the regiment. besides the luxury of an occasional stolen chicken, our rations consist of chicory dust for coffee, a moldy biscuit, and 4 mouthfuls of hard tack, which are practically worthless to a soldier. I fear the gout may be working on me...oh, to hold you in my arms once again, breathing in the air of our beloved South Carolina...

may god bless you and keep you safe, my love.

j. "reb" rizzo

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