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I do not know why I am so sad. I have faced
the prospect of battles many times before, and have passed through
them unharmed, but now I am depressed by an unusual foreboding.
Naturally my thoughts turn to you. There was no formal engagement
between us when I said those words (so hard to speak) of farewell,
nor have I sought to bind you since. Every month has made more
clear the uncertainty of life in my calling; and I felt that I had
no right to lay upon you any restraint other than that of your own
feelings. If the worst happened you would be free as far as I was
concerned, and few would know that we had told each other of our
love. I wish to tell you of mine once more--not for the last time,
I hope, but I don't know. I do love you with my whole heart and
soul; and if I am to die in this horrible wilderness, where so
many of my comrades died a year ago, my last thoughts will be of
you and of the love of God, which your love has made more real to
me. I love you too well to wish my death, should it occur, to
spoil your young life.


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