July 30, 1863
My Dearest Alastor,
I have not received any more letters from you so I can only assume that you are too occupied with the rebels or God forbid, dead. I won’t let myself believe that. I keep it in my heart that you are alive, fighting, and will write to me as soon as you can. I try to believe that you would not abandon me.
The news came of the battle in Pennsylvania and I can only hope that you were not there, but with no letters coming, I can only fear the worst. Please be safe, be alive, so that you can come home to me!
I apologize that it has taken me so long to write you again, please do not think that I have forgotten you! The past few weeks have been rather terrifying as some of the miseries of war were at last felt here in Corydon. On July 9th we were paid a visit by Morgan and his band of horse thieves.
We heard news Tuesday that they had crossed the river and our home guard rushed to meet them. Most of the town was already hiding at Cedar Glade, but still the rebels fired upon the town and cannon balls landed in the yard very near the house where we were. I do not know the details, but by morning we were all prisoners of war.
I believe that will always be the most awful day of my life. I remembered how you promised that you were fighting this war to protect me from the rebel invaders, but by the time that they had moved on and when I went home and the bastards had been inside our home, touching our things, I knew there was no protection for such tragedy.
My love, please write and let me know that you are living! I cannot take that disappointment too.
Your Faithful Wife,
Becca
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