Headquarters Co. C, 111th Pa. Vols.
Sunday, Sept. 18th 1864
Hurrah for Abe and Andy
My Dear Mother,
I will now try to pen a few lines to you to let you know that I am still alive and well and hope these few lines will find you the same.
We are as you will see in the great city of Atlanta. After so much hard marching [and] hard fighting, we are at last here and what is it after all? Nothing. It has been a fine city but now it is but a mass of broken bricks and mortar. The buildings are completely riddled with shot and shell. About half the town being burned—the other half shelled by our artillery.
The city formerly contained 40,000 inhabitants. Now it has about 110,000 but they are all soldiers—the citizens having all been sent South among their friends for this is a hot secession hole though many of the citizens were really glad we had got here. But it was [only] because they liked us better than they did our shells.
It’s dark now and I will wait for a candle to finish by.
Well, Mother, I will now try to finish my letter. It is now about 7 o’clock P. M. and as I have time, I will improve the moments. Well, I can’t think of any news to write about so I will not write much tonight but will finish in the morning. So goodnight Mother, — Ed
I will finish my letter now and close for I shall be on duty in the morning. So write soon and tell me the news. I shall be home in a month or so certain. Send me a few postage stamps if convenient for I want to write to some of my friends and don’t like to frank my letters. Well goodnight, mother. Write soon. From — Ed Whipple
To Mrs. Phoebe B. Edy, his mother
P. S. I got a letter from Armenia a few days ago but have not answered it yet. They are all well and want to hear from me and are very anxious to have me come to see them. Armenia is teaching school but I don’t know what one. That’s all for this time. — From Ed