Dearest Pearants,
I received a letter from you and Amy to day. It gave me the greatest of pleasure. I was very glad to hear from you but I was sorrow to hear that you pap was so aling in your lungs.
I am well and harty. I belive I could eat ten or twelve morinoess taters if I could get them. I way one hundred and seventy five pounds. 175 lbs and on picket every 2nd or 3rd day and night rain or shine. That is what makes us grow so.
I got 4 munths pay to day. You can see by Johns and Nancys letters.
The camp guard fires off ther guns every morning at a mark and the one that makes the best shot gets a preamerm of 50 cents. I have been on guard twice since that has been the order and I got the half dollar both times. We shot 250 yards then but we shoot 300 yards now. Both of my shots would hit a deers head. I shot one day once at a mark on a tree 200 steps or yards and hit over the senter about a half of an inch. I belive I can hit a deers head 200 yards every time if I could guess the rite distent. Well I will close this. Rite soon.
From your affectionate Sun,
