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analog · 08-07-2005, 10:06 PM

Christine, my sweet love...

The tenderness I feel within my soul stops my blood from pumping, when there is nothing I feel but the love between us. While I pen this note, tiny rivulets of wetness issue forth from my eyes. I find it impossible to see my life without your smile... without the looks you give me... you complete my soul. You fill in the emptiness of my spirit. My thoughts- I see only you. I long to return to you, my sweet. The fighting continues here, I must sign off for now. I hope to write to you soon. Since we wed, not quite 12 months now, the time burned within me like eternity. Sometimes I feel I will burst from not being with you. I'm told the conflict isn't getting better... but once this horrible business of killing is over, I'm coming home to you, Christine. I'm coming home forever.

With the love of dozens of lifetimes,
- PFC Broderick Connin
June 1st, 1864

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Mrs Connin,

From everyone in the service of this fine country, we regret to inform you of the loss of one of our finest young soldiers, PFC Broderick Connin. He spoke of difficult times, but he spoke with conviction. The other men looked up to him, he inspired people with his positive outlook. Though the journey tired some, the hours pulled the strength of my best men, he himself pressed on. Know in your mind, in your soul, he put forth more of himself, his honor, into the problems he witnessed... more so with every night, with every new rising of the sun. Be strong. Be proud.

- Colonel Peter Morrison
June 15th, 1864

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I strongly dislike writing this... I don't believe I should dwell on the things I'm going to do. My worst thoughts, my terrors, were fulfilled. My mind will not mend, my soul will not be like it used to be. I'm done writing for now.... I lost my desire for life... loss which put me where I find myself now... or, better, where YOU will find me. Tell mother not to cry. I suffered one rifle for my love... but one for me... I will suffer no more.

08-07-2005, 10:06 PM	#7 (permalink)
analog Banned	Christine, my sweet love... The tenderness I feel within my soul stops my blood from pumping, when there is nothing I feel but the love between us. While I pen this note, tiny rivulets of wetness issue forth from my eyes. I find it impossible to see my life without your smile... without the looks you give me... you complete my soul. You fill in the emptiness of my spirit. My thoughts- I see only you. I long to return to you, my sweet. The fighting continues here, I must sign off for now. I hope to write to you soon. Since we wed, not quite 12 months now, the time burned within me like eternity. Sometimes I feel I will burst from not being with you. I'm told the conflict isn't getting better... but once this horrible business of killing is over, I'm coming home to you, Christine. I'm coming home forever. With the love of dozens of lifetimes, - PFC Broderick Connin June 1st, 1864 ----------------------------------------------------------------- Mrs Connin, From everyone in the service of this fine country, we regret to inform you of the loss of one of our finest young soldiers, PFC Broderick Connin. He spoke of difficult times, but he spoke with conviction. The other men looked up to him, he inspired people with his positive outlook. Though the journey tired some, the hours pulled the strength of my best men, he himself pressed on. Know in your mind, in your soul, he put forth more of himself, his honor, into the problems he witnessed... more so with every night, with every new rising of the sun. Be strong. Be proud. - Colonel Peter Morrison June 15th, 1864 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- I strongly dislike writing this... I don't believe I should dwell on the things I'm going to do. My worst thoughts, my terrors, were fulfilled. My mind will not mend, my soul will not be like it used to be. I'm done writing for now.... I lost my desire for life... loss which put me where I find myself now... or, better, where YOU will find me. Tell mother not to cry. I suffered one rifle for my love... but one for me... I will suffer no more.