Below is a letter I transcribed from " 'Ken Burns Civil War - Episode 1' at YouTube" documentary.
Not "shared" or promoted in any way. It is here just as something special and extra for those of you who stop by each week to see if "Laura-Lee Was Here".
You are so dear to me my faithful and beloved bloggers.
Sincerely, Laura-Lee
(You can find all the Civil War episodes now playing at the YouTube Website)
Letter to Sarah Ballou, wife in Smithfield.
(letter begins at time code 1:31:35 )
(copied down verbatim by Laura-Lee Rahn)
(Sullivan Ballou, Major in the 2nd Rhode Island Volunteers, wrote home to his wife, Sarah, in Smithfield)
"July 14, 1861, Washington, DC
Dear Sarah,
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days. Perhaps tomorrow. Unlest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I am no more.
I have no misgivings about or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how American civilization now leans upon the triumph of the government and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing, perfectly willing, to lay down all my joys in this life to help maintain this government and to pay that debt.
Sarah, my love for you is deathless. It seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence can break. And yet, my love of country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly with all those chains to the battlefield.
The memory of all the blissful moments I've enjoyed with you come crowding over me and I feel most deeply grateful to God and you that I've enjoyed them for so long. And how hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes and the future years when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and see our boys grown up to honorable manhood around us.
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| Ballou Family |
If I do not return, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I loved you. Nor that when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.
Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless. How foolish I have sometimes been.
But, O Sarah, if the dead can come back to this earth, and flit unseen around those they love, I shall always be with you in the brightest day and the darkest night. Always. Always.
And when the soft breeze fans your cheek, it shall be my breath. Or the cool air, your throbbing temple. It shall be my spirit passing by.
Sarah, do not mourn me dead. Think I am gone and wait for me. For we shall meet again ."
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Sullivan & Sarah |
(Sullivan Ballou was killed a week later at the first battle of Bull Run)
