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I write you this letter, because I would do something at
least in his memory--his fate was a hard one, to die
so--He is one of the thousands of our unknown young
American men in the ranks about whom there is no record
or fame, no fuss about their dying so unknown, but I
find in them the real precious and royal ones.... Poor
son, I felt to love you as a son, what short time I saw
you sick & dying there. |