ŌThe men donÕt want
to fight any moreĶ
Camp near Potomac Creek
VA
Friday, December 16th
[should be 19th] 1862
My Dear Wife,
With the blessing of God I am well at
present and hope these few lines will find you the same. We are again under marching orders but
where for I cannot tell or surmise.
Some say we are going to make another attack near Fredericksburg &
others say we are going back towards Washington but the men donÕt want to fight
any more. Some of the regulars
were getting paid off yesterday.
I for one donÕt think we are going back to
Washington because our old guns were taken away from us and
new ones given to us. We
have got the new Springfield rifle and yesterday we sent off all of our sick
and crippled to the General hospital.
I donÕt know where that is but some of them say it is in
Washington. Amongst them was Tom
so I canÕt tell how you will hear from him now. He felt pretty bad when he shook hands with me yesterday, I
suppose on that account. George
Wheeler went with him.
I have not received any letter from you
since last Saturday night. I see
you did not keep up to your word in that last letter about writing every Sunday
but I suppose you had something else to do at the time. It makes me feel very sad to think you
are a going to be left all alone this winter but were is Lotty and Malley, they canÕt all be going. My wishes and prayer is that God will protect you and my
little ones from all evil.
Yesterday there was quite a number of boxes
came to the Regt for the soldiers and a great number of the eatables were
spoilt. One of the boys give me a couple of nut cakes and they tasted first
rate. I would like to have a box
but I donÕt want to run the risk of having everything spoilt when it gets here
so you had better wait until I see fit to send it. The talk is principally amongst the soldiers that we will
all go home in the spring. I hope
their talk wonÕt be for nothing.
Oh, how I do wish I could be free once more
so that I might see your dear face again.
I dream of seeing little Ida every night almost. It seems as if I canÕt dream so much
for nothing. I hope in a short
time we will see one other again, I canÕt tell where you or how you will hear
from me again, perhaps never if we go into a fight. But hope and trust the same as I do that all may yet be
well. May God bless and protect
you.
From your husband,
Peter L. D.
[pencil sketch of the
bombardment of Fredericksburg]
I commenced this sketch of the Bombardment
of Fredericksburg while it was still taking place. I got it so far when we were ordered across the River and I
have never finished it since.
Peter Dumont