March 25 1865

Dear Lorette
...We had an awful Storm of wind last Thursday, at times the air was so
full of dust that nothing could be seen "ten feet off:' chimneys, trees, and
tents, were blown down, there were two men very badly hurt at the camp of the Second Vt by trees falling on their houses, also at Fort Fisher (a new fort a short distance to our left) two more limbs that were blown from a tree one of them a Sergeant of the 2d Vt has since died. Of course you have read about the Battle of last Saturday, in the morning we had orders to be ready to march at a moments notice, but as the troops at the point taken by the Rebels in the morning took back what they had lost we did nothing but keep ready until about half past two PM when our Division charged the enemy in out front, and took their Skirmish works, they poured the Shot and Shell into our lines terribly, but there were not a great many hurt at our Brigade, in our Regiment there were eleven wounded end one killed, we got back to our camp about eleven PM the next day (Sunday) I was on picket, everything was very quiet until about five oclock
drove them from their works, and that gave them a chance to take us on the flank, and the right of our (the 2d Brigade) pickets had to Skedadle, I was in charge of thirteen posts next to the right, and when they commenced to fire on our flank perhaps we didn't run, but only a little ways, we got to a little crest and formed a Skirmish line, and gave them fits they lost more than ten to our one, We have been getting some "memorials' of our Battery painted, and I thought perhaps you would like to see one, so I sent it by mail tonight, when I get home will have it framed (that is if you like it and will accept it) Has Julia got back to S yet? How is your melodeon? Does it make any music nowadays?...

...When I was on picket the Lieut that had charge of the line to my left
found some poor Rebs love letter, and gave it to me. Will Send it to you, tell me how you like the Style.

Remember me to all the good folks,

Good night,

As Ever Yours,

George