Camp White, March 21, 1863.
Dearest: — You left this morning. Don’t think I am going daft after you. I am in my tent facing the parade between the captains and companies. McKinley is in his. The doctor, Avery, and [the] major will come over tomorrow. I shall sleep in a tent tonight for the first time since the night before South Mountain — over six months ago. . . .
Did you see us crossing in our boats before your steamer passed? I saw you and swung my hat, but whether you saw me I could not tell.
Our house flag must come out to go on a high pole near headquarters if it is militarily proper, and I think it is. . . . Goodbye, darling.
As ever,
R.
Mrs. Hayes.
