November 11, 1861
Dear mother.
The caring center was packed with soldiers that day, More than usual. It seems that enemies are winning, But I won't lose my hope that easily. You're lucky that you're in Louisiana mother, I heard about its lovely beaches from the other nurses. I met Old Ernest again, He isn't doing that well but I can't bring myself to accept it. When I was talking to him about his sickness he said this, "I'm not sick pretty, It makes it sound like it's curable". It gave me this nervous feeling not because it was dark, But it was true. Mother, If you saw what was happening out on the battlefield you know what I have to suffer. They're bleeding black and they're eyes are like those lizards down in Georgia. Ever since the enemies came, It felt like it was the end of days these past few months. I promise to write back again when I have the chance.
From your lovely daughter, Ida.
JE LEEST
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