Camp Pierpont,
January 30th, 1862.
Dear Rachel – I am still here, patiently biding my time. I have not seen Col. McCalmont since I will go to see him about tomorrow. He is so strict a disciplinarian that he don’t like to let me off except in the regular way. If I can get a regular discharge I would prefer to wait. It would be better for me in many ways. However, I don’t want to wait too long. You must be patient. I am very patient. I have not had a letter from you for some time and I do not expect to get any, for you have no way of knowing how long I may be here. I sent you some money – five dollars before pay day, and twenty dollars afterward. Did you get it?
The weather is awful. Mud any depth you may desire. No drills – Nothing to do except to eat and sleep. I am getting fat again, but my strength does not increase in proportion. However, I have no reason to complain. My breakfast is ready, and I must stop. I will still write you every other day so long as I stay. My love to all.
Ever yours
Tom
