Clara Barton's Letter Home
July 2nd 1963
Dear Margret,
I miss you so much. The battle the Gettysburg is brutal. Many dead, many gone, many disappeared. Being a nurse is hard during these times. It is terrible seeing all these people in pain trying to fight for our country and their lives. All the men are fighting with the risk of losing their lives. I wish I could fight too, but I am a nurse. I try to save every ones lives, I truly do. Not everyone makes it. I feel so terrible. All these brave men deserve to live, considering the sacrifices all they made. Today something very peculiar happened, a young soilder named Daniel had been wounded. I was giving him a cup of water and I noticed blood on my shoulder and I turned around Daniel had died. He got shot, the bullet just missed me. I felt sorry. What if the bullet hit me and Daniel could have lived? I cry at night thinking about all the soldiers who died that day and you my lovely sister.
Dear Margret,
I miss you so much. The battle the Gettysburg is brutal. Many dead, many gone, many disappeared. Being a nurse is hard during these times. It is terrible seeing all these people in pain trying to fight for our country and their lives. All the men are fighting with the risk of losing their lives. I wish I could fight too, but I am a nurse. I try to save every ones lives, I truly do. Not everyone makes it. I feel so terrible. All these brave men deserve to live, considering the sacrifices all they made. Today something very peculiar happened, a young soilder named Daniel had been wounded. I was giving him a cup of water and I noticed blood on my shoulder and I turned around Daniel had died. He got shot, the bullet just missed me. I felt sorry. What if the bullet hit me and Daniel could have lived? I cry at night thinking about all the soldiers who died that day and you my lovely sister.
Till we meet again,
Clara Barton
Clara Barton