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(Source: cheerful-deception, via hugsandthunder)
A soldier’s last letter
“My love for you is deathless.It seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but omnipotence could break.And yet my love of country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly,with all these chains,to the battlefield.
The memory of all the blissful moments I have enjoyed with you came crowding over me,and I feel most deeply grateful to God and you and I have enjoyed them so long.And how hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years when,God willing,we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us.If I do not return,my dear,never forget how much I love you,nor that when my last breath escapes me from the battlefield,it will whisper your name.Forgive my faults and the many pains I have caused you.How thoughtless,how foolish I have sometimes been.But,if the dead could come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they love,I shall always be with you in the brightest day and in the darkest night.Always.And when the soft breeze fans your cheek,it shall be my breath;and as the cool air fan your throbbing temple,it shall be my spirit passing by.Do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for me,for we shall meet again.”
