Newark. July 31st 1864
My Dear Mother
It is Sunday today I wish I was at home & could go to Church with you. Mother I feel very bad I am not very sick but I know I ought to try & be a better boy! Mother please pray for me. this morning we had a short service here in the hospital I do not know exactly how I feel only I feel bad. Oh I wish I was home. I do not feel like writing much now. I will try & write more next time.
There is some excitement here about the late Raid in —- Penn – I presume considerable many will leave here to go there but I do not think they will send me. I cant write any more now so good by