Sulls Island March 8th /64
Dear Rachel I have Just received
yours of the 4 and am verry glad
to heare from you and that you
are injoying good helth but
sorry to heare that Father and
the baby are so unwell but
hopes tha are better by this time
Dear I have no news of interest
to right you at this time the
Enemy seems verry quiet here
at this time tha have not fired
a half dozin guns for the last
48 hours I cant tell the reson
why tha are so quiet unless
tha intend Evacuating the
Island as it is some what thou
ght tha will doe so or it may
be perhaps mounting new
guns we cant tell theire int
=entions perhaps a few dau will tell more
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Dear Rachael I would be verry
happy in deed according to your
request to spend the happy
moments of a 48 hours permit
with you I feel that in doing
so I could realive much of
the good thing of this world
and of which is constantly
haunting my mind both
day and night can you imagin
my anxiety concerning such
a greate privilig which we are
deprived of My Dear I cant
tell yet how it will be
about my giting a 48 hours
permit as I have not long
bin from home but I
intend geting one as soon
as I can but it will be too
fair for me to walk from
orangeburg on 48 hours permit
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it would waire me out you
no it like to kill me before
so if I should be lucky Enough to
git a permit I will try to right
for some one to meet me but
that might put some one to trouble
and I might miss as I did before
so upon the hole I will come as
soon as I can I often think when
will this cruel was come to and End
and who will be theire to see
My Dear conserning the money you
have doe with it as you think best
it wont be Eney big Loss no way
the confedracy cant breake me by
that act yet this confedrate
money is turning out to come to
Just what I have always thought
it would so now we can see the
good of paying depts with it or
truning it into property
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My Dear Often in the midnight
stillness when the whole camp
lies hushed in the swetness of
sleep I lie awake thinking of
you whome I can imagine hovers
as a guardian angel over the
Spirit of my dreams, and oh
how Sweet are those dreams to
to the weary and care worn soldier
when the goddess of sleep closes
his weary eyes and pictures to him
this cruel war over, the soldier
at home the Idol of his affections
with him locked in Each others
Embrace, with naught to mar
their happiness, my undying
love and affections for self and
children Give the family my
Respect yours truly tell Death
Mrs R. E Jefcoat { John J. Jefcoat
tell sisey to take good care of the baby