Dearest Brother,
How fondly I remember you. To think one of the Yankee's is my dear brother. I've written to mother twice up North in Massachusetts. I know she does not think of writing back. What pain it brings me to say this, but I am not giving up on the Confederacy. I do not plan on leaving. What do you fight for? For the federals? Brother, you are fighting for injustice. You wish for a group of those high in power to muffle the cries and rights we have. What is democracy without the opinion of the people? Isn't the higher authority the citizens? I do not recognize what reasons you fight for. Your army generals think of America as a group, a group that must be controlled by some. Do not tell me you fight for morality, you heavily supported slavery against our grandfather's wishes. In the North, there are slaves. Those immigrants and the kin of those immigrants, who dreamt of money falling out of trees in America, now, starve exactly how they did in their homeland. You pay them but not enough to live. At least …show more content…
The war has not only teared America apart but us too. Like I've said earlier, Mother has made no effort to contact me. I know this because Sister has written to me. She sends her best regards and doesn't care who wins as long as we both live. Perhaps that may not be possible because as I write this, I lay injured. All the nurses tell me I will be fine, but I know they lie because they take so long to say it and say it too quickly I almost can't see their mouth move. I got shot in my left shoulder about a month ago in Shiloh. Tennessee is a beautiful place to die. The trees cover the land like weeds. During the day when the grey smoke fades and the gun shots quiet, you can hear the birds like sweet music. I am weary of living on the floor like a dog. I do not wish to die for the Confederacy, but rather I wish to live for the