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So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.

8.06.2008

A profound love

I'm reading a book by Dr. James Dobson called 'Holding on to Your Faith Even When God Doesn't Make Sense.' It has been a helpful book for me. One passage focuses on dedication and loyalty. It is so beautiful. Knowing love like this ...

A letter written by Major Sullivan Ballou of the Union army on July 14, 1861, to his wife Sarah before going to fight in the Battle of Bull Run.

My Very Dear Sarah,
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days - perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more ...

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 on 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 ...

Sarah, my love for you is deathless: it seems to bind me 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 irrestibly on, with all these chains, to the battlefield.

The memories of all the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most deeply grateful to God, and you, that I have enjoyed them so long. And, how 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 grown up to honorable manhood around us.

If I do not return, 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. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless, how foolish I have often-times been ...

O Sarah, if the dead can come back to this earth, and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you in the gladdest day, and in the darkest night, amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours - always, always: and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath: or the cool air cools your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.

Sarah, do not mourn me dead: think I am gone, and wait for me, for we shall meet again ...

Sullivan

He was killed one week later at the first Battle of Bull Run.

1 Comments:

  • At 12:03 PM, August 06, 2008, Blogger Submariner said…

    AoM, Dr. D has some really great books and I would highly recommend his "Bringing Up Boys" since you got the two.

    Good stuff in the letter. I wrote a similar letter to the Mrs. prior to every deployment which I stuck away in a drawer where she'd eventually find it if the worst happened and I didn't come back. Funny how having to face the possibility seems to either force you to really address what is important in life, or completely block it out of your thought process...

     

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