Near Hall’s Hill, Virginia
February 24, 1862

I have struggled to put pen to paper since I received word of father’s passing, and even now my hand trembles as I struggle to put my thoughts in order.

The pain in my face has grown unbearable again, despite Dr. Jenkins’s assurances that the healing proceeds well. However, far more troubling than the physical pain is that I continue to see things that cannot be there.

Yesterday while visiting the hospital at Georgetown, I witnessed ...