8 August 1864

Monday, August 8th 1864
[Camp near “deserted house”]

Dear Father,

I regret to say I have not received a letter from [you] since June 9th. I do not know any reason for the neglect for I have written to you since then and now I shall write again. I hope you answer this and let me know your reason for not writing. Perhaps my last letter has not reached you. If so I am very sorry for I had some special business for you to do. I have not received a letter from home in some time but I suppose there is some good reason for it. I wrote to Mr. Harris but I have received no answer. I wrote to Uncle Robert and have met with the same success. I don’t know what is in the folks for not writing. Uncle Robert has wanted a letter from me so long, so I thought I would write to him but if this is the way he answers, I don’t think he will hear from me very soon again.

It is very pleasant this morning—only it is hot now-a-days. One can hardly stand it and there is some talk of our moving. I don’t know what we will do if I have to march very far. I know that I am not in a city condition for I have had the diarrhea for three days pretty bad although I am still doing camp duty. I hope we will not have any more fighting till the boys goes home. I should hate very much to see any of them get killed now when their time is so near out and after surviving three years faithfully. They are all making great preparations and it is laughable to hear them tell what they will do when they get home for I know just how much they will do. They will not realize half the pleasure they expect to for most of their old acquaintances will be either dead in the army or married. I know by experience all about it. They will find things so much changed that they will be either back in the army or in the Alms House before they are aware of it. I do not wish to see one of them back in this service for it is going beyond endurance.

Just see how many valuable lives were lost only a few days ago by the blundering of some one [Battle of the Crater], and we do not know how many lives were lost. But woe be to them that send so many souls to eternity. I hope, Father, we will never be called to witness another such slaughter as this was and then see what a story somebody got up. They said the Rebels blew up one of our forts and they charged, we were ready to receive them with double shotted guns and they tried to make us believe we killed three times as many of them, but I don’t believe one word they say. My faith in General Grant is gone and if I now had 5,000 votes, I would put them all in against Old Abe—the butcher and nigger worshipper. When two men are guilty of one and the same offense, one a nigger, the other a white man, and the President hangs the white man and pardons the black, I am against him and that has been done by that old miser.

Father, you must not vote for him again. He is ruining our country.