NEW CREEK, (WEST) VIRGINIA,
April 9 (Sunday), 1865.
DEAR MOTHER:— The
good news is coming so fast and so much of it that I hardly
know how to think or feel about it. I expect to see no more fighting with any
part of my command, and in all quarters the severe fighting
must, I think, soon cease. I was assigned to the command of an
independent expedition through the mountains towards Lynchburg some days ago.
We are still preparing for it, but I now think it will not go. In the meantime
my headquarters are temporarily at this place. I do not much care where I am
during the short time I shall probably now remain in the army. I want
to stay a little while longer until the smoke of these great events
blows away enough to let us see what the Rebels will try to do next. I expect
to see many of them give up, but the Rebel organization will hold on
I suspect some time longer. My four years is up in June; after that I feel at
liberty to resign. Sooner if matters [don't (?)] suit. Write me at this place
for the present.
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