Left of Petersburg, June 23, 1864.
Down to the left of petersburg near the rail road. I am well. We left that nasty line where we were at about 12 at night. Lost one man in our regiment. We then came round here. Laid down here at about 1 o’clock. It is now 10 A.M. This is the first time I have slept since I joined the regiment. The 10th is near us. They were just ahead of us last night, but we have no time to visit. The time I have had for rest has been well improved by me. I have kept in the ranks yet. Saw Charlie Elbridge and Willard yesterday. They were well. The 11th has just started for the railroad. I think the 6th is intended for Picketts. I shall probably write very short letters for some time yet. We got a mail this morning, but there was nothing for me. The report has just come in that the sharp shooters are now passing up the rail road. If, so, and it is held today, we shall throw dirt tonight.
Yours in love,
Charles.
June 23, 1864.
