I'm writing to you on this fine Wednesday evening to make sure you're doin alright and also to tell you that I'm just fine myself.
It's been a very long and cold nine months, but they're taking good care of us folks. Judgin' by what I've heard, the South seems to be at quite the disadvantage in almost every possible way. They don't have the economic power that we do, and certainly don't have the will power and drive that we do. I know you didn't want me to join this bloodbath, which I can assure you it is, but I always remember how much you told me about Grandma Penny's awful life that was lived out in the fields. Believe me Ma, she was not the only one experiencing that torture, and I'm not the only one out here willing to fight for ending it, I promise. The Union's got a lot of determined soldiers that are prepared to die for what they believe in, if that is there fate of course.
We shouldn't have to fight for abolishing such a terrible crime that man is committing, but unfortunately that's the situation many of us are in, so I'm going to go the extra mile and fight for it. After all, you took the extra step to become free, so I'm not gon' let you down now. The fact that the South thinks that what they are fighting for is right...no one over here in the Union can understand, and that includes me. But I will do my part to help win this battle, and all the Confederate soldiers and former slave owners will realize just how better this world is without slavery.
With Love,
Christopher
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