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Camp Beula    March. 9.1863
Dear M [?]
with grate pliser that I thake the prtiuey
of riten you a few lins to let you know that
I ant far got you yet an this few lins levs
me well an I am in hopes tha will rech you
an find you well an all the rest of the thire
I recken that you will think that I am [ver?]bole
a riten to you I cant her from youns up ther
and that that I wod rite a few lines to you and
then maby I cod her from you I wont to her
from Gramother Mc millian tell her that i
wont to see her very much an want her to rite
to mee an all my frinds up thire I hant got nothen
new to rite to you onle the yankes sunk a skuner [1]
for us the other day don close to forte Morgin but
not much damage don nire man cill an but wone
vere badle woonded I recken that the yanks think
tha have gone a [lir?]ge victer but tha ar fooll shore
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you musent make foun of my leter for I cant rite
much nor cant spell none hirdle but it is the best [2]
I can doo in less I had a good pen J S L. Mc Milliam is
well an doen well I wanto to see you an all the girls
up thire I want to see that old Wife of mien some of
the ba[ck?] if you see her tell her that I am well an
doen well an wot to see her as bad as she want to see
mee, or, worse. I reckon that you remember the time that
me an her com an stad all nite I wish that I was
thire to goe with her when she wonted me to goe
with her tell all the girls to rite to me if I am
mared Frances m[?] [?]is an then tha wod wish that tha
had rote to me Soo I will bring my scatern r[????]
to gether an com to A close by saen that I
reman yor True Frind Till deth sov good Bye
till you rite to me rite soame anfalenot riten
eller William W Christian To
To Miss apsy A. Poe .an.
Granmother. Mc millian all to rite to me