From the Archives: Civil War Letter
A. T. Holliday
Aug 20th 1864
Nothing of any interest happened yesterday evening on picket line. In the morning attack the yanks made, a capt from Tennessee was killed. We are in a dangerous place now. In the ditch the bullets whistle thick around us all the time. We had a man in our Regt from Toliver Co. shot in his head this morning. His brains are running out. He was not dead a few minutes ago but he cant possibly live. There was also one other wounded. I have not seen either of them. There is not much doing along the lines this morning. No where as we can hear; only picket firing that is very annoying to any one indeed. Hark has not got here yet. Joe Butler is here. I shall send this letter by him; he is at the cook camp and was at the ditch yesterday but I did not see him as I was on picket. I have not seen my vest since I got back. I cant tell what has become of it. My shoes are worn out at the top; the bottoms are good; have you ever got my leather from Wynn yet? If I have to stay here during the winter I will need boots sure. Tell Henry M. to push that detail business to saw lumber for I will take a detail of any kind to get home. We have rain here in great abundance. It is raining now. The letters I expected to have sent by Dr. Anderson. I expect Butler will bring them to you; I have not heard from you since the 6th instant. Write oftener.
Tell all howdy