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Winter Posey to his sister Lizzie Posey
1 Feb 1863 – Camp Seymore, VA
Camp Seymore, VA
February 1, 1863
Dear Sister Lizzie,
This is the 8 letter since I have received any from home. I shall continue to
write until I receive one from some of you. It must be that they do not get
through or I would receive one occasionally from you. J. M. Gallant arrived,
brought no letters or news from home. Since that, Dolph has received a letter
from home by mail. I hope you will write at least once a week for the future.
This leaves me in fine health, but not as good spirits as I might be on account
of the disappointment in getting my furlough. I was calculating on a great deal
of engagement and pleasure on a (60) sixty-day furlough at home this winter. I
am sadly disappointed. The orders have been countermanded and no furlough
granted accept to sick or wounded soldiers. I have to content myself with
another years hard soldiering with no prospects for furlough. After the spring
campaign opens, which will open pretty soon as General Burnsides has been
superceded by General Joe Hooker of course he (Hooker) will attempt to go to
Richmond before he will be satisfied. I say let him come. We are prepared to
meet him at anytime.
Old General Lee and Jackson is always ready to meet him anywhere and at anytime.
We have just had a large snow, the average depth one foot. The boys have been
fighting battles with snow for several days. It is melting very fast with that
exception the weather has been fine.
We still have no winter quarters or at least very few, only two tents to the
company. They are all the quarters Jackson’s men have. I am in hopes this will
be the last winter we will have to soldier. I think there is some prospects for
peace after awhile and if the Yankees continue to split up politically it won’t
be a great while off. The Yankees that on operset us on picket. Say that they
are very tired of fighting. If they could stop it they would settle it in any
way so altogether stop this war.
Dear Lizzie, I commenced my letter yesterday evening late. It got so dark I had
to stop until this morning. I am rather in a poor mood for writing. I scarcely
ever grumble at anything, but our rations are cut short on account of the bad
roads to the stations. We are living on ¼ pound pickled pork rinds. Also our
flour ration is getting short. Yesterday we drew no ration. Waited all day until
after dark, had nothing to eat only one cold biscuit, a piece that we had saved
from the day before rations. After waiting all day we found that we were going
to get nothing. For my Mess, numbering seven concluded we would draw lots to see
which one of us should have the last pint of flour in the Mess. We knew we had
not enough to the whole mess any good. We drew and as a matter of course I
failed to get it as I am unlucky in drawing anything. We are at work on the
roads and will in a few days have the roads causewayed so that we will have a
plenty of rations again.