Oh what a roar of musketry and artillery...























Camp in front of Lost Mountain in the woods, [Cobb County] Georgia
June 14th 1864

My Dear Annie,
Altho I was in the skirmish line last night and feel very bad, I must surely acknowledge the receipt of the photograph of your noble self. Oh how glad was I when I opened the letter and found what I so anxiously looked for. I can’t tell nor express myself here. I was out quite a distance in front of our line of battle on skirmish duty. I wanted to see Col. [George W.] Gallup ¹ on some business. I went back to the regiment [and] just got there as the mail did when I was honored with a letter from my dear little Ann. I never thought that you loved me as I now think you do. I am glad to know and think that I am not forgotten by one who I love so devotedly as I do Annie. I hope you have the same opinion as me.

I will tell you we moved forward yesterday evening again. We are now in the woods, built up breastworks where we are at present, not knowing how long we will remain here. We moved the enemy from their first line of works yesterday. Oh what a roar of musketry and artillery. It was terrible all day yesterday and part of last night. Our regiment was not engaged in the last fight and I can speak for myself I would be perfectly willing not to hear another gun during my term of service. Some of our brave officers wanted to leave ____ and go to some large army where they could win for themselves lasting honor. [Take] my word for it, they are all satisfied and would give anything to be now on s____.

I have no news to tell you this morning. I [had] written yesterday and gave you all the news. I am very sorry that I have not any photographs to send you and I have no chance to get any now as we are so far from any place in the world. You must not think hard of me. I can’t help not having any now.

I do not expect you can read this poorly written letter. I am so sleepy I can scarcely  see, not having any sleep last night, of course, I can’t help it. I will close. Give my kindest regards to the family and every person. Write soon and often. I am as ever yours, — D. J. Burchett

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