Oh father of mine be proud of your son as tomorrow I`m tested in battle and think of me not ranked along with the slain though many will sound the death rattle. For I enter this contest secure in the knowledge that a soul blessed with faith cannot fail. So that cold steel and grapeshot shall worry me nought as I soar on the wings of a gale. Tell mother I love her and little Bo too and that I will be home by the fall. With crops to be planted and fields to be tilled, why this wars not important at all. Our colonel he claims that by Christmas at most the Johnnies will all have gone home. I think of it often. A world without hate and a nation united as one. So I bid you farewell my own father dear and will write of my exploits in time as with pride and with honour my duty I`ll do and if gods in his heaven I`ll do fine. Private Darius Fenning. 21st Connecticut. Killed in action at Cold Harbor. June 2nd 1864. |
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Oh Father of Mine |
By Roy Wells |
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