April 26, 1863
Corp. James Marsrhall
44th Georgia V.I.,
Dearest Cousin Jim,
I visited brother
Fred at
When I left Fred for the walk
home he was headed towards
Pa has just about given up on being an
Army Doctor. His age doesn’t fit in the Army’s plans so’s
he’ll stick with Doctorin’ in the County. He only
charges people what they can afford to pay, which means that a lot of them are
getting free services. He says “When this cruel and unjust war ends there lives
not a man or woman who shall approach me and say with any show of truth
whatever, you were the man to make money by the war, you were the man to refuse
to feed the hungry soldiers or doctor his son or daughter who asked alms at
your hands.” Not even if it takes the last cent he has on earth, he says he’ll
let it go freely towards the support of those who are risking their life and
all that is dear to them for liberty.
Me and Pa will have to be satisfied with being in the
Home Guard for now. I’m getting pretty good with the rifle shooting squirrels,
although Ma says it’s better that we take the horses
and head for the woods if the Yanks come around rather than risk losing ‘em to
the Yankees. Better to live and fight another day she says.
We drill a few days a week, a
bunch of boys and old men. We’ve been practicing our footwork firing with our
feet in a “T”. It’s awkwards at first, but Colonel
says it’ll save our hearing and besides, when we have our feet that way it
turns our thin side to the enemy and we’re smaller targets.
I’m enclosing a picture of
me. I hope it makes it ‘s way to you. If you get a
furlough Ma says stop by, Green Mount’s not too far from
Cordially,
Cousin Benjamin Robert Fleet
Green Mount,