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| − | + | Sunday evening to night A Regt | |
| + | of soldiers pased through this place | ||
| + | from Bangor aa Cars I hope we shal | ||
| + | not kneed many more but do not | ||
| + | know as this war will ever seece but hope | ||
| + | it will soon kep up good corage | ||
| + | Dear son and hope for the best | ||
| + | you will not have to fight any | ||
| + | more Mother hopes you did not | ||
| + | kill anyone and she is very glad | ||
| + | that you did not get killed yourself | ||
| + | I am glad your father is with you | ||
| + | to see to you little Charlie feels | ||
| + | very bad for you we all want | ||
| + | to sea you very much People | ||
| + | are some of them very much afraid | ||
| + | the shal have to go to war I do | ||
| + | not believe you can find 20 | ||
| + | more men that will be willing | ||
| + | to go its groing late and I am | ||
| + | groing tired so I must bid you | ||
| + | good knight Receive this from | ||
| + | your loveing Mother M A Wright | ||
Latest revision as of 19:36, 31 January 2019
Sunday evening to night A Regt of soldiers pased through this place from Bangor aa Cars I hope we shal not kneed many more but do not know as this war will ever seece but hope it will soon kep up good corage Dear son and hope for the best you will not have to fight any more Mother hopes you did not kill anyone and she is very glad that you did not get killed yourself I am glad your father is with you to see to you little Charlie feels very bad for you we all want to sea you very much People are some of them very much afraid the shal have to go to war I do not believe you can find 20 more men that will be willing to go its groing late and I am groing tired so I must bid you good knight Receive this from your loveing Mother M A Wright