Hello, my name is Trace Cyrus and I am 26 years old. I live in Frankfort, Kentucky and it is September 1st, 1862 right now. My sister, Miley, is stationed in Vermont. I have 1 kid and his name is Christopher, but we call him Chris.
September 2 1862
This morning I made myself breakfast,made my bed,feed my dog (artie),feed the horse
Tn the afternoon, I made dinner,washed the buggy,Washed all my clothes,and play with artie.
I made you guys clothes and are shipping you guys bread.
September 3 1862
I hope all is well, we are doing good. We have feed the pigs and everything, we have heard you are in the battle of dry wood creek. I hope you did good. I have to go now
September 4 1862
I ate breakast,I helped with the cows,I mowed the lawn,and I brought food to he soliders,
Later that day I went to the bar and played darts,I helped the soliders horses, I built a confederate flag.
I have been shot during the battle of dry wood creek, I have been shot in the chest. We did win the battle but I have been badly wounded. I will probaly die. This will be the last letter you recieve from me, I want you to know I love you.
We are all in shock we are sad that we have lost him.
Linclon has died, he has been shot. This is probaly the best thing that has happened to this country. Now the slaves can return. I hope everything goes back to normal.
The president DEAD!