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Near Chattahoochee Sept. 7th. 1864 My Dear Wife It is a cloudy dismal morning and no excitment in Camp nor any late news and I feel rather lonsome. But it is my day to write to you So I will try to gather a few scatering thoughts and try to make them as interesting as posible. I am well and enjoy my self better than I did at the front doging bulets and laying in line of Battle Building Brest works and as yet I think there is a place I could enjoy my self a great deal better than here that at home with you and Burny. But surcumstances dont admit and there is no use of worying about it but trust the day is not far distant when we can enjoy each others Society. One year from tomorrow and our time is out if not before and that will be a