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Brattleboro, Vt. Nov. 13. 1863.

Dearest wife:-

As good fortune will have it, I have plenty of time to write. I was one of the guards and one of the number is detailed to act as orderly for the officer of the day, so that relieved me from all duty, except such as the officer of the day may require of me, and so far it has been but little. I can sleep tonight. Am relieved from guard duty. Have no dirty gun to clean in the morning and no drill tomorrow in the forenoon, and no police duty Sunday morning. It is the first breathing spell I have had since I have been here.

The guards have to keep their guns loaded, and when they are relieved by the new guard in the morning, they are marched out one side of the camp ground and fire off their guns. That leaves them dirty, besides the night air affects them and it takes about two hours work to get them clean. The guns must be so clean that they must not soil the cleanest white glove. The barrel must be so clean that the head of the runner, after taking it from the barrel will not soil the glove, if rubbed upon the glove, so you can see that it is something to keep clean here.

While walking my dog, I spotted an unusual shard of newspaper floating across the parking lot. Unusual, in that it was sort of pinkish yellow and that it seemed bigger than a modern newspaper.

It turned out to be a section of the “New York Sun” dated Wednesday, August 15, 1945, which is the date that Japan surrendered to the Allies after almost six years of war. (AKA  V – J Day). (The New York Sun was an evening daily newspaper published from 1833 to 1950).  

Brattleboro, Nov. 9^th, 1863.

Dear Abiah:-

I received a long letter from you last week. It was good. I commenced to answer Friday night, but had
occasion to leave the barracks, and when I returned some of our card players had stolen my candle and tipped over the ink upon the letter and spoiled that. This is the reason of my not writing sooner, and for writing upon such a soiled sheet as I now do. I went on guard Saturday morning. I am well except a slight cold that I took when on guard a week Sunday. It is slight but it hangs to me. I have been on since, without increasing it.

We are to have a better place to sleep when on guard duty than we have had. The building is cold as any barn, no place to sleep but on the floor, dare not take blankets for vermin abound there. Hope they will freeze out soon. There are nothing of the sort in the company barracks. I have seen the animals. They are monsters, no mistake. I have not been in Hinsdale since I went to the funeral. It has been my misfortune to be on some duty every Sunday morning since then. Yesterday in the afternoon was the first time that I have been to church since I came here.