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In Camp near Murfreesboro [27?] miles on Sebannn Pike Sabbath June th 1863

My Dear Mother

      Not knowing when I [illegible] would return and being rather busy during the week I did not write by him.  Although I knew you would  go to see him immediately on his return.  Mother Sabbath finds me in the enjoyment of good health and strength although a week ago today, while I was writing home, did one of our [squad?] one who never was sick an hour before he entered the Service, but who was nevertheless better prepared to die than any other man in our battery then E. [Parker?].  His brother Homer is now an exchanged prisoner awaiting to join the battery.  Jim [illegible] didnt remember seeing them up at camp [Theodor?] was the red whiskered one he died of Typhoid fever, having been