Dirt Napper
Letters From The Ember Line
July 4th, 1863
Camp near Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
Dearest Sarah,
I write to you with trembling hands but a grateful heart. The battle here has been fierce beyond words—three days of thunder and fire. Many good men have fallen, and I thank the Lord I still draw breath to send you this.
The fields are quiet now, save for the groans of the wounded and the rustle of the wind through the trees. We held the line, and the Rebels are retreating. I saw courage in every corner—boys no older than our William standing firm as cannonballs tore the earth around them.
I long for your voice, your bread, and the peace of our porch. Tell the children their father fights not just for the Union, but for a future where they may live free and whole.
With all my love,
Your devoted husband,
Thomas
Letters From The Ember Line
July 4th, 1863
Camp near Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
Dearest Sarah,
I write to you with trembling hands but a grateful heart. The battle here has been fierce beyond words—three days of thunder and fire. Many good men have fallen, and I thank the Lord I still draw breath to send you this.
The fields are quiet now, save for the groans of the wounded and the rustle of the wind through the trees. We held the line, and the Rebels are retreating. I saw courage in every corner—boys no older than our William standing firm as cannonballs tore the earth around them.
I long for your voice, your bread, and the peace of our porch. Tell the children their father fights not just for the Union, but for a future where they may live free and whole.
With all my love,
Your devoted husband,
Thomas