(This chapter will either end the Jake Sully slander or encourage it, I'm curious to know which one will it be.)
Camp near Youngs Point, Louisiana
April 22nd, 1861
Dearest,
We are all alive yet and in readiness to go wherever ordered. We may be up all night, and we may be ordered away in the dead of night. Don't know whose hands we will be in the morning.
The enemy evidently mean fight and intend no doubt to attack our camps in the absence of our fighting men. The battle has been raging all day in the distance and I am unable to ascertain whether anything has been gained or not. I too long for this war to end.
How I long for peace. How will I hail the day when I return to the warmth of my family. My dear, I hope to see you.
Yours in purest affection,
-Jake.
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Camp near Youngs Point, Louisiana
June 6th 1861
Dearest,
One letter I received from a post office close to you was mailed on the 27 of April. This proves that you could not have written up to that date since April 7th for you had written to me, yours would reach me as well as others. Now I do seriously think you might be angry at me because if there was a will, or a desire to write to me on your part it would not be as it is.
Today while wading out of our overflowed camp up to our chins in water, I thought if I only got a letter with today's mail from you, it would compensate for all exposure and privation.
And when I opened the mail and found no letter for me from home among the hundreds handled, I felt as I hope I may never feel again. The absence of word from you and the children makes me almost wild with grief.
I understand your anger, I only hope you understand mine as much as I do yours. You are in your every right the be raging about my actions and everyone else's because the loss of our home is not near as easy as others might see it. But you must know, surely you must know I do everything I know how to from where I am, so that you and the children may be comfortable and happy.
Recently I made good money and immediately invested it in something for you, which with care would last your lifetime and the children's also. I send it to you attached to this letter so you might look for a new home in which you can keep our little ones warm and safe.
If I remain the object of your hatred, well, be it so. If you decide to not ever write me again, then let me be forgotten; but let me not neglect to perform and keep my vows. Let me be true to you.
But now I stop. I had not thought of writing more than two or three lines when I began, afraid to fuel your anger. I am cold, tired, yes worn out; and I am quite sleepy, but the memory of you keeps me awake, hoping and praying for a better tomorrow.
Yours in purest affection,
-Jake.
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Camp near Youngs Point, Louisiana
November 25th, 1862
Dearest,
My love and best of wives, an exceedingly unpleasant day as was yesterday, off the track as you might say.
It has rained and rained and rained until there was not one dry spot on which to set the ones foot in our tents or outside. It rained so tremendously that the water had no time to run off. Well, it rained on until I reached camp, drenched through and through. What made things much worse my bed, made entirely of hay was wet as water; ground wet, blanket wet, and tent leaking. Poor possibilities for sleeping this night said one of the boys, his name is Norm, and he has been best of companions in times like these.
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To our little ones || Aonung x Neteyam
Fanfiction"My dearest, Give all my children a kiss, tell them I think about them by day, pray for them by night, and find my best comfort in their affection. I know it seems like a very long time before I see them but remind them, we may all work, so these ha...
