Dear Jasper,
I hope this letter finds you in good health. My new husband and I are fine, good thanks to the new security President Lincoln has breached, though I fear for my new family. I have good news! I am with child! Nevertheless, I am afraid of Edward being called to battle, as he so longs to, though he would confide that to me. I miss my maiden family. I know I should not speak so, but I fear for your safety. Do not misunderstand, though, that I am not dazzled by my new family. We, as you must remember, were married in January, yet Edward is still the most charming husband, and I do love him, much more than I should, much more than he loves me, possibly; the baby in me is full of life, though I am simply three months pregnant. I love life in the Union, all the same missing the pastures of Texas.
I know that it is exceedingly wrong, and not my place to say, but I wish this bloody war never got started, pardon my language. I hate this war. I hate fighting against my own kin. I hate that I had to leave so soon; the only thing. There is no point to this fighting. I find comfort in is my literature, my letters, and of course my new family. I do love and adore both of them so.
You best not be planning on fighting in this wretched war! I will come and leash you to the deck before I let you go out there, a boy of merely sixteen. You will stay and find a good spouse, just as I have done.
Forgive me again for my outbursts. I know you must find them quite bothersome.
I shall see you at Christmas, if this dismal war does not kill me first.
Your sister,
Isabella Masen, August 13, 1861
A.N. Okay. Originally, I'd written this for a History Project at school where we're supposed to 'pretend to be in the Civil War from the Union and write a letter to a relative in the Confederate States. So ya. And thats where I got my idea from. I know, pretty much sucks, but this is like the 1st chapter. It will get better :)
Check out my other story if you haven't. (We Meet Again.)
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