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8 November 1862

Bolivar Heights, Va.
November 8th 1862


I will now try to pen a few lines to you to let you know that I am still alive and well and hope this little sheet will find you the same. Well, the old story again—no news to write about so there is but little to say.

Mother, Ben is well and enjoying himself finely. Mother, we want you if you will to send us a box with some little things in it for us. Ben and I have been talking it over and these are the things that we think we want. A few dried peaches, a few berries if handy, and such other things as you can think of. And last though not least, a bottle of Old Mc’s Brandy or somebody else’s. So now mother, if you send anything, send some liquor for we can’t get anything to drink without an order from an officer and then we have to pay $1.50 for a pint and it is poor at that. Well, if you send it, write and let me know. I will see if Ben wants to put in a word or two.

Well Ben says he wrote the 7th inst. and can’t think if anything more to write today. Don’t send a large box, mother. Say one a poor square will do and don’t forget the brandy. If you would send 2 quarters, we would be thankful beyond measure for then we would have some to pass my birthday on. But if you can’t send over ½ a pint, it will do better than none. But send all you have a mind to.

Well mother, I want you to think of me once in awhile and know that I am doing all that I can for my country and am contented and happy.

Well mother, since writing the above, I have been on dress parade and eat my supper and had a gay old time at snowballing for there is about 2 inches of snow that fell yesterday and last night—the first that has fallen in Virginia.

I was on picket last night and had a fine time of it. I was very near being taken prisoner by the Rebs too. I went outside of the lines to a house to get some milk and just as I came out of the house to go back to the post, I saw 8 Rebs in the road in front of me and about 30 feet off. They were looking for me and I cocked my rifle, determined to sell myself as dear as possible. I was standing behind a post on the stoop and partly hid from them but they didn’t see me and rode back towards their camp. I waited till they were out of sight. Then I got in the road and run after them and got a sight at them as they turned into the woods and I drew up my rifle and blazed away at them and down came a horse but nary Reb. I had fired too low (bad luck to the poor powder of Uncle Sam).

Well, I have write enough for this time so I will bid you goodbye for his time. So goodnight. This from — Ed Whipple

Send the box to Ed Whipple, Co. C, 111th Regt. Pa. Vols., Harpers Ferry, Va.

Send by Adams Express Co.

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