Feb the 27 this 1862
Dear wife i got youre letter
dated the 19 an i was glad to here from
you but i was sorry to here that
you an my baby was sick dear wife
this letter leaves me well at this time an i
hope that it may find you an all the rest
the Same i have got no news to rite at this
time old man tom Beal is verry sick
he is all the one of our men that is bad
off we are at work every day throwing
up battarys we expect a fight every day
the yankeys run our gard in last nite
we think that we will have to fite Soon
i tell you thare is grate excitements
out here i all of the folks is scurd for
tha think we will have to give up
manassas an centervill
if i was to come home you would not no
me for i am a giting so fat i gained
ten lbs in a weak i weigh one hundred
an seventy too lbs an i am still giting
fitter i would like to see you an all the
rest of the folks but the chance is bad at
this time but i hope i will git to see you
a gain i think the battle is Begun for
the cannons is roaring like
thunder i must come to a close soon
rite soon you must do the best you can
tell i git home if i ever git to come tell
all the folks howdy for me i to see you
all an talk a mounth look over my bad
riteing an Spelling for i am in trubel
i remain youre true husban
T W G Inglet