Connor: Civil War Journal

Dear Fitzhugh,
        It's been a few years since we last fought on the same battlefield.  I still remember the war against Mexico.  Hard to believe you joined the confederacy and forsook the Union.  That previous battle was hard on me, all those bullets to dodge and avoid.  The war so far is terrible, but I'm going to try to reunite the Union even if I get killed in the process.  I respect your opinion of slavery and wish you would come back to the Union eventually.  Although some people will probably want you and the other Rebs hanged.
       This is one hell of a war, I heard some men have fought that no-one would be killed.  Well that's one of their hopes down, by the end of this war they may lose more than their wishes.  I remember training in West Point.  Learning to shoot and command troops.  I just hope the generals don't die, although I heard that Jackson is already dead.  Jackson was shot by his own troops, a bad omen for things to come.  I will attempt not to kill you on the battlefield, but if a bullet aimed at a troop happens to hit you It's out of my control.  I can't assure you that I won't die before you or you before me.
Signed,
Alfred Scales