Dear, Father

Dear father,


I know you must be worried about me going into this whole war. I would have to say that I am doing very well. The food here is really horrible because for these past few days we only had cold, hard bread. I really do miss mom's cooking. It is currently April 11, 1862 which is 3 days after a huge battle at Shiloh, Tennessee. We were invaded by the Confederate army while we the Union were under command by General Ulysses S. Grant. At first I thought we would lose but, luckily we called for more help and another regiment arrived in the middle of the night. Finally we got the Confederate soldiers to retreat the next morning. I would have to say that about 13,000 out of 63,000 of us died and 11,000 of 40,000 Souther soldiers were killed. I am sorry for not writing to you sooner but, I took a couple of days to get my sleep. I really wish I can talk to you some more about what is going on here but, I must go now, we are about to carry supplies from the wagons and eat some cold soup. Hopefully I can talk to you again soon, bye!



Your son,
Bob