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My dear child, I have seen so many sick and wounded soldiers and so many die, that I marvel that this is actually me alive having had the care of 72 yellow fever patients, breating their breath, being surrounded by that foul air laden with the germs of disease (?) the place is so rotten that even the ocean winds which wash the shore of Siboney cannot purify the place. I have worked with hope and faith baring out every deadly element against me. The fierce noon day sun - the rains that would [ ] some