I wanted my 400th post to be something meaningful...
Last night, as I was thumbing through one of my books, I came upon these heart-wrenching letters. The first one was written by a dying member of Co. B, of the 79th Ohio Volunteer infantry to his father back home. His penmanship deteriorates as the letter continues, and the parchment in which it was written on was stained repeatedly in the author’s blood. It is a sad story indeed, but also bittersweet as at least the young man named William G. Sears had an opportunity to say goodbye to his family.
Field Hospital
Resacca, Ga., May 29, 1864.
My Dear Father: This is perhaps my last letter to you in this world. I was shot through the right lung at the battle of Resacca, Ga., on Saturday, May 14, and was conveyed to the hospital where I have been ever since. I now believe myself to be dying. I can't see that it is possible for me to live. I love you, father, dearly. Remember me to all my friends. I am doing the best I can. I want you to come after me soon, and take me home, and bury me by the side of my mother, and then place a tomb-stone at the head of our graves.
I have honestly done the best I could for my country, and if she is only saved I shall not regret that I have fallen a sacrifice upon her alter. May God love and prosper the American Republic.
I bid you a final farewell. From your affectionate son,
Wm. G. Sears.
That letter was followed by another one written by a mortally wounded Confederate soldier named J.R. Montgomery to his father. It was also covered in blood and clearly testifies to the severity of its author’s wound. As the letter continues the words become difficult to read, and the writer struggles to fit everything on the page. You can also see the faith of the boy come through in his last words. (I pray that I have half of this gentleman’s grace and composure when my time comes.)
Spottsylvania County, Va., - 1864
Dear father – This is my last letter to you. I went into battle this evening as courier for Gen. Heth. I have been struck by a piece of shell and my right shoulder is horribly mangled, and I know death is inevitable. I am very weak, but I write to you because I know you will be delighted to read a word from your dying son. I know death is near, that I will die far from home and friends of my early youth, but I have friends here too who are kind to me. My friend Fairfax will write you at my request and give you the particulars of my death. My grave will be marked so that you may visit it if you desire to do so, but [it] is optional with you whether you let my remains rest here or in Mississippi. I would like to rest in the graveyard with my dear mother and brothers, but it is a matter of minor importance. Let us all try to reunite in Heaven. I pray my God to forgive my sins, and I feel that His promises are true and that He will forgive me and save me. Give my love to all my friends. *** My strength fails me. My horse and my equipments will be left for you. Again a long farewell to you. May we meet in Heaven. Your dying son.
J.R. Montgomery
Updated: October 5, 2007 12:59 PM EDT
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