After you have read it you will then understand better why I am
here."
And leaving the ward for a few moments she returned and handed me the
letter. The writing plainly told that the writer was very weak. I give
it to you, my dear reader, every word; I could not do justice by
relating in my own style:
SISTER--I am wounded, and must die. I have felt it for several
days. The doctor and the kind boys try to cheer me up, but I've
been growing weaker daily. The suffering in my breast is
terrible. I had a Minnie ball pass through my left lung. I have
been very much frightened about dying, and wanted to live; but
last night I had a dream which has produced a great change. Now I
feel sure I shall die, and am content. I am with the Union boys;
they are very kind. The one next me fanned me and rubbed my side
until I fell asleep last night, and slept better than I have
since I've been wounded. Now, darling sister, here is my dream: I
thought I had been fighting, and having been wounded, was carried
off the field and was laid under a large tree; after being there
a little while I felt some one clasp my hand; looking up, I found
Paul, He also had been wounded.
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