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with you this time. I do think that if this miserable war was stopped
and I turned loose a free man again my mind free from the cares
of a camp life and then me come home, and find you all right and
my boy I would be as happy and as well contented as man ever gets
on this earth. This has shown to me the difference between a free
man and a slave. It has taught me a lesson I will not forget.
I have seen enough to make me be a happy man if I can get
the privilege enjoying a peaceful home with you. I know that
we would have a peaceful home to take the thoughts of war away
from our minds and let us have a home to ourselves. Then my
love I think all we need to ask is the help of our Creator. Then
I know that I could be enjoying your charms as I have long de-
I must tell you my dream. Last night I dreamed that you sent
me a present, such a one as I never thought of you sending. It was
a bow of ribbon, the beautifulest that I ever beheld. I thought
that the bow was fastened together by a breast pin. The breast
pin was composed of pure gold made up in the shape of two hands
locked together. I thought that it was the prettiest thing I ever
saw and that I was the proudest fellow in the world of my present.
Becca, I feel like giving you a slight sketch or in other words
telling you of my feelings as near as the short time I have left
me to write in will admit of. I believe that there is something
consoling on hand. I am influenced by my feeling to think so. Since
I commenced this letter my feelings have changed very materially.
I commenced this letter and wrote a few lines and quit it until
today. I dreamed of the present you sent me last night. I woke
up and felt that there was a change in my feelings and today I
feel the change more forceable.
I felt as near as I can describe it like one first waked from the
sweetest slumber and after having been for some time troubled
and broke of rest. My mind feels clean. I feel satisfied. Well plainly
speaking I feel like I had been in a stupor for two years or more
and just woke up. I feel like a different man as much so as if I
was not the same. I close my letter tomorrow as I have to go
on drill now in a few minutes.
John Truss's feeling of peace may have foretold his surviving
the war, for he returned safely to his home at Pinoak. The boy
whom he longed to see during his war days died in infancy, but
his next child, a daughter, lived to be eighty-five. She recalled
that her father was an educated man who could talk in poetry
if he chose and that her mother was wonderfully proud of him.
He died prior to 188o and, according to his grandson, was buried
in the prairie cemetery not far from where he had lived.
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