Camp Chattahoochee River
July the 2th 1864

Dear Lydia after My Best
love and respectes to you
and the children I drop you
a few lines wich leaves me
well hoping those few lines
reach you the same good
Belssing I Cant rite mutch
far wee are now under
Marchan orders wee are or
dred to the frunt their
has Bin hevey firing all the
morning will write Just
as soon as wee git soy I
Can an you must doo the
same for I never hav got a
letter yet soy I will Close
with the hop that wee
may meet a Gin in this
world an if wee dount
meet in this world you
must prepare to meet
[rest of letter missing]