near Sharpsburg, September 17, 1862. On the field.
Dear Mother, —
It is a misty, moisty morning; we are engaging the enemy, and are drawn up in
support of Hooker, who is now banging away most briskly. I write in the saddle,
to send you my love, and to say that I am very well so far.
SOURCE: Elizabeth Amelia Dwight, Editor, Life and
Letters of Wilder Dwight: Lieut.-Col. Second Mass. Inf. Vols., p. 292
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