(This is the PBS recording of it from the series The CIVIL WAR by Ken Burns.)
Camp Clark,
Dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days - perhaps tomorrow. And lest I should not be able to write you again I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I am no more.
I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the government and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing - perfectly willing - to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this government, and to pay that debt.
Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but omnipotence can break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly with all those chains to the battlefield. The memory of all the blissful moments I have enjoyed with you come crowding over me, and I feel most deeply grateful to God and you, that I have enjoyed them for so long. And how hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes and future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and see our boys grown up to honorable manhood around us.
If I do not return, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I loved you, nor that when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your name.
Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless, how foolish I have sometimes been!
But, 0 Sarah, if the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they love, I shall always be with you, in the brightest day and in the darkest night... always, always. And when the soft breeze fans your cheek, it shall be my breath, or the cool air your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.
Sarah do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for me, for we shall meet again...
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"History is a gallery of pictures in which there are few originals and many copies."
Simiply inspiring. "Sarah's Letter" made me cry. Wow...I echo the words of Patrick Henry at the House of Burgesses as he addresses those who are not sure fighting England is worth it...that they in fact my rather live as slaves to Mother England than lay down their lives in the cause of America
"Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!"
I love your passion Charlotte.
WHOA I wish someone (cough SOMEone) would write me a letter like that! (this is Krista, btw, not Travis - too lazy to sign out & in again) Speaking of laziness, I think it is the very crux of what you are talking about here. No one has that kind of spirit or character or drive anymore because it takes far too much effort to FEEL that much. Way easier to sit on the couch and watch other people do the work for you. Or just take the easiest route.
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