Camp Breckenridge, Kentucky 

 October the 13, 1862. Dear 

 wife, I take my pen in hand 

 to let you know that I am 

 well at this time. Hoping 

 these few lines will come 

 safe to hand and find you 

 all well. I can say to you 

 that I have been in a little 

 skirmish fight. I fired five 

 rounds at the yankees and 

 the bullets whistled all 

 'round my head and the bombs 

 fell all round us. They was 

 a pretty heavy loss on both 

 sides. The fight was at Perryville. 

 We retreated from there 

 to our camp in order to 

 keep them from our camps. 

 They are all 'round here. We 

 are still having little fighting 

 'round here. We expect a heavy 

 attack and it will be /f /i ejW^ 



you the straight of it if 



I come through. I don't know 



whether I will or not, but 



I am in hopes I will. I want 



you to do the best you can 



and I will do the same. Don't 



be uneasy about me. 



I want you to write to me 



all the news. I have not 



got time to write as much 



as I want to write. I am 



in hopes we will whip 



them. Direct your letters 



by the way of Knoxville 



to Camp Breckenridge near 



Frankfurt, Kentucky, Smith's 



Legion in care of Captain 



Anderson. Write to me often. 



I must come to a close by 



saying I remains yours truly 



'Til death. Write whether you 



received $5 dollars or not. 



To C. S. Epps and all my friends. 



C. D. Epps 



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