<P> Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure--and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me . Not my will, but thine O God, be done . If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready . I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter . I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution . And I am willing--perfectly willing--to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt . </P> <P> But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows--when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children--is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country . </P> <P> Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield . </P> <P> The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long . And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us . I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me--perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar--that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed . If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name . </P>

Love letter from civil war by ken burns