JANUARY 31, 1864:
Alvah
Benjamin Spencer, a Georgian stationed in Virginia, writes to his fiancée,
sharing his feelings about the war. His letter reads in part:
. . . I've just been talking with a member of my company who has just returned from home on furlough, and his recital of the many happy scenes through which he there passed, has made me more than ever anxious to visit our own beloved state once more . . . The quiet of our encampment has been somewhat disturbed for the last day or tow [sic], by reports that the enemy was moving his forces, seemingly, preparatory to an advance; but I believe the excitement has all subsided and we again once more at rest. The unusual long spell of pleasant weather recently, caused the enemy to collect his army at Culpepper 'C.H.' for review, and I suppose that was the cause of all our uneasiness. I do sincerely hope that the weather may grow worse and worse until we get furloughs; for with pleasant weather all our hopes are blasted. We know too well what the spring campaign will be. Still we doubt not our success . . . The prospect of the war lasting two years longer is truly a sad thought; but we all know that Submission is death, consequently we are all resolved, if fall we must, to fall nobly when duty calls us . . .
. . . I've just been talking with a member of my company who has just returned from home on furlough, and his recital of the many happy scenes through which he there passed, has made me more than ever anxious to visit our own beloved state once more . . . The quiet of our encampment has been somewhat disturbed for the last day or tow [sic], by reports that the enemy was moving his forces, seemingly, preparatory to an advance; but I believe the excitement has all subsided and we again once more at rest. The unusual long spell of pleasant weather recently, caused the enemy to collect his army at Culpepper 'C.H.' for review, and I suppose that was the cause of all our uneasiness. I do sincerely hope that the weather may grow worse and worse until we get furloughs; for with pleasant weather all our hopes are blasted. We know too well what the spring campaign will be. Still we doubt not our success . . . The prospect of the war lasting two years longer is truly a sad thought; but we all know that Submission is death, consequently we are all resolved, if fall we must, to fall nobly when duty calls us . . .
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