shook hands when they parted. We are at the same place where the other fight was when I was at home. As I come off of picket this morning stopped where the Yankies buried some of their dead. At that light you can see their faces and hands that is sticking out. The flesh is not decayed entirely, yet merely dried up and turned black. Their homes never to see again Their souls has taken to flight to heaven or hell And there forever and Eternity to remain Sisters and Sirs, did you weep for their fall When you heard of their death Or did you pray for their souls any at all Before they drew the last breath. I feel very dull and I am in no fix for writing on the account of being up all night. You need not think that I am desponding, for I think that I wear as cheerful a countenance as anyone in Penders Brigade. Generally, I have lately understood that Old NC is going back in the Union. God forbid it except we can get our rights. I am for the union if the Yankies will give us our rights. If they won't, I expect to help plant the flag of the 34th Regt. on their breastworks, as long as life lasts, and that may not be long. Somehow, and I don't know what is caused of, I don't think that I shall ever pass through arry nuther fight alive.