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Letter about the War- Demi

Dear Mom,
I'm happy to report to you that you'll finally be able to sleep at night knowing that my brothers and I will be coming home unharmed. Unfortunately, if you haven't heard we, the Confederate's, have surrendered. We will become apart of the Union once more, but we won't be in our hearts. Lincoln's assassination is about the only good news lately. Hopefully our new president will appreciate what the South does. I'm devastated about how this war has ended. If only I could turn back time and change one thing that would make the Confederate States of America win. At least it still lives on in my heart. Instead of mourning our loss, we should celebrate how hard and dedicated we were and how close we came to winning. I love you mom, but by the time you read this you'll already know everything in it. I'll be home before you get this hopefully. Could you tell dad the good and bad news. I also miss Fred. Has Fred been working hard for y'all? Tell him that I don't expect anything less from him even though the war has ended. It'll take a miracle for me to actually let him have rights. Anyways, I can't wait to see your beautiful blue eyes and dad's obnoxiously huge muscles.
Love you,
Andy Hatfield.


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