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Regiment: 9th Michigan Cavalry
Battles Mentioned: Atlanta, Georgia
Historical Figures:
Union Forever
Camp of
Co., I 9
th Reg’t., Mich Vols.,
Cavlery 1th Brigade, 2th Division,
Cavlery Corps.
At Atlanta Georga Aug 15
th 1864.
Wall Now Sina as I am still
spard yet and am in Camp
this day I will spend the time
in writing to the loved ones
home and will say I am well
as can be expected for one that
is in the fix I am and do
hope these will find you the
same Sina for I am in hops to
her from all and to her of ther
being well I saw Jim yesterday
he is well and tuff his wound
has got well he said he got a
letter from Dany and Dany was
coming back to his battery at
Knoxville I saw the boys in the
6 battery they are all rite
Mart and Dan our boys her is all
Well but Del Buck he is sick
and has ben for 5 or 6 days but
will be able to be round in
a few days i think We now lay
in site of Atlanta Sina I tell
you our armey is big her and
so is thers And her is a goin
to be a big fite they are at
it all the time stidy rore nite
and day and how it is a goin
her I cant tell they kill on
both sids lots every day they
Will stay her as long as they
can stand it for her is ther
last hold in georga if we drive
them from her they will have
to Git for richmon or no
whare our men is in spiret
and ready for the bloody fite which
is before them i can say for me
Will say let it come as
it will with me for I feel
in my mind some what
in a bad fix of mind but I
can stand it what little
time I have to stay her on
this erth so I will close for
this time and will say
Good By I would ask you
to write but you said you
would not rite any more to
me so I will write this and
wait and see so no more
Good By Sina from A H Wiser
to Sina Wiser you rote to
me that you was working it
out Sina do as you pleas a
bout it i told you time
and a gain not so I will say
no more a bout it for i see
all the troubel any one can
but I am bound not to see any
more
To L. M. W.
I’m thinking, fondly thinking,
My darling friend, of thee,
And memory bells are chiming,
Are ringing out to me.
In accents sweet and tender
A song I love to hear.
And loving thoughts engender
For one my heart holds dear.
This song is of a treasure,
A casket full of pearls,
And gems of rarer lustre
Then earthly mind unfurls.
Thy love this priceless treasure,
The casket is thy heart,
And there the jewels cluster
And loving joys impart.
I’m thinking, fondly thinking,
Of happy days to come,
When you will greet me smiling
And bid me welcome home.
It may be on the margin
Of this brief life of ours,
That I shall clasp thy form again
And press my lips to yours.
I’m waiting, fondly waiting,
My darling pet, for thee,
And the bells will keep their chiming
Till thy sweet face I see.
Yours affectionately,
A. H. W
