
You will not remember the writer of this letter. he is only one of the many whom you befriended during our struggle for the right. one of Uncle Sam's boys. whose cause you made yours in poetry. charity and words of cheer. for the hale and hearty as well as the wounded and jaded soldier. I won't forget Walt Whitman. I have just read that you have completed your half century. may you live to a ripe old age. loving and beloved. I was reading "Drum Taps" last night. no man can depict Army life so vividly that had not spent his time amongst the boys. again wishing you health and strength. a happy existence.
Ever Sincerely Yours HB Thompson With the above firm