2 October 1862

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Camp Forbes
Antietam Iron Works
October 2, 1862

Mt dear Father and Mother,

I have found out at last what the name of this place is. It derives its name from an extensive iron manufactory nearby. You must excuse my writing in the manner I do but I really have not the time to write separate letters to you so you must make this style answer if you can. I have written, as yet, to no one but you, but if possible, I shall write to Jerome’s folks this afternoon.

I have nothing in particular to write about because nothing ew has happened but judging from the talk about the camp fires, I should say that there is good news from some quarter. I wish I could get hold of a Boston Journal or some other paper so that I can know a little something that is going on outside.

I understand that there has been some sort of a proposition made for settling the row in the rebel Congress. For my part, I hope that our government will show them no favors whatever. The only way of settling this war is by fighting and because the poor cusses are starving, it does not follow that we are to pity them and call them poor fellows. We must clean them out—make them suffer—learn them a lesson that they’ll never forget. We are out here and don’t want to go back without doing something towards paying the scamps for the trouble they have caused us. We want to learn them to not meddle with Uncle Sam. This is the doctrine I would like to go by. I hate to hear people say, “It’s too bad to starve the poor fellows” when we all know that they brought the famine upon themselves.

I have had a touch of dysentery since I last wrote but I am nearly well now. The measles are pretty thick around us. Have I ever had them?

We are having more and better food than usual. I’m glad of it. I would give a good deal to get into some Yankee orchard. Gracious, how the fruit would fly. But dinner’s ready and I must close. Write soon and tell me the price of postage stamps per cord. Also the price of skimmed milk. We can’t get any for 25 cents a quart.

My respects to Mrs. Bragg and the rest of your friends for friends to you are friends to me. My love to all. A kiss to little Wallie. What does he have to say?

From Charley

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