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Washington Oct 5th 1862
Dear Mother
It is once more Sunday and a beautiful morning too. Everything is so still
and quiet that it almost makes me home sick. I wish this cursed war would
end, but I guess wishing wont do much good if it would it would have been
ended long ago. The teams did not get along as I expected they would last
week so I could not get away to the regiment as I wanted to. There is some
trouble about the regiment and I hear that they are coming back to
Washington in a short time. Gov. Morgan will not give any of the officers
in the New York Companies Commissions and they can not get any pay so I
think from that that the regt may possibly be disbanded as four of the
companies are from New York. I understand that Capt Tuckerman has resigned
all ready I dont care much what they do if I can only get out of it I got
news yesterday that my old tent mate was dead he died in Philadelphia his
name was Ferguson from Cherry Valley. He was the best friend I had in the
Company and it seems almost like loosing a brother. He and Harrington and
myself commenced the campaign together last spring and I am the only one
left, that makes six that has died out of our Company. There are only
twelve sound ones left the rest are all in hospitals and discharged. I went
to look at our old camp ground yesterday. It seemed a good deal like
getting home. I should have cried and tried to have been sentimental if
there had been anyboddy to look at me but as there was not, I passed along
without making any fuss. I went through Glenwood Cemetery. It is the most
beautiful burying ground I ever saw. I think from the way I write that I
must be loosing all my Grammar. I did know how to write once but I have
pritty much forgotten how now if I stay in the army six months longer I
shall not know anything. I think I will go to Church this morning so I
shall have to stop writing.
Your Aff Son
CJH
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