My Dear Father:
We came through here from Decatur, by way of Somerville, Warrenton, Cedar Bluff and a dozen other little towns in the Mountains since the 27th May, having marched every day but one, arriving in this town this afternoon. I cannot enter into details in describing the march, interesting as they would be to you, for we push on tomorrow for the Front, beyond Kingston, and I am writing this only to let you know that we are all right yet, well and hearty, only a little worn by the severe march. The Corps, 2 Divisions of it rather, has got through without the loss of a single wagon or caisson, although we crossed some awful mountains and forded a few pretty deep rivers and creeks. I had no idea of mountains till this march. Our horses have stood the trip far better than I expected, owing to the care that is taken of them by the men.
One of the worst hardships with us has been the want of sleep, many nights we would not get into the blankets till past midnight, once it was after one, and then routed out at half past two, or three in the morning.
William has driven his team all the way through and so has ridden the most of the journey, as I have also, so we are neither of us footsore, as many a poor fellow in the Infantry is tonight. All that ails Bill is the caisson wheel run over his toes today, making him limp a little, but nothing serious. One of our boys shot himself accidently [sic] through the foot yesterday, which is the only casualty we have to report in the Battery. Perhaps you may have heard of the brisk little fight our Cavalry had with Roddy near Moulton, in which our Left Section was engaged. It occurred on Sunday, the 29th and the Rebels were nicely cleaned out. Our section, the centre, was not engaged.
When we got here we found a very large mail awaiting us, and W. and I got yours and Sandy's to both of us, dated the 16th, 17th, & 21st of May. They were read with a relish I can assure you, and I regret not having time to answer them as they should be answered, but I am stealing time to write this that should be devoted to sleep, and the most you can expect for some time from us will be the shortest kind of letters. "Duty before Pleasure," you know, and we have plenty of the former to keep us busy all the time. Just rest assured that we are doing well, performing everything pertaining to our share of the work here, and that is considerable.
I hear tonight that the Corps is ordered forward tomorrow so we will not get the day's rest we thought we would, there is a train of 3000 wagons waiting at Kingston for us to conduct through. The Front is about 40 miles south of this, and there is where you will next hear from us. W. would write only he is too tired tonight. It had been pretty tough on us "but what the hods, so long as you're happy."
Love to all, T.D. Christie
[Postscript on page one] I could fill a dozen sheets, but have no time. I keep notes regularly, however and you shall have the benefit of them sometime.