letter to home/valley forge

Dear Patrick,
This war is getting so long and ridiculous. I miss home. We have been on the run since August at Brooklyn Heights, New York and now it is winter time in Valley Forge. The camp life here is awful, we are all starving and we are drinking other peoples sewage. We sleep in very close quarters every night it is so uncomfortable. This compared to home is worse then hell! No women around here, which is probably a good thing because we are all dirty and disgusting. The weather sucks too, it is 20 degrees over here, so much colder then home in Georgia. All of our boots are worn and torn some of us are walking on nothing but rags and some nothing at all.
All of the stuff i just mentioned is enough to make me want to just say the hell with the war. I wish we could do that, but we actually have a fighting chance to win this thing. So as much as I'd like to just be done with it, we all want our freedom more. At the end of this the whole thing it will all be worth it. We have won the battle of Trenton and all of the others have basically been losses. It is so tough to actually march and go someplace, when we march we leave behind blood trails from our sore sore feet.
I actually want to keep going and I think that we need to, for our country and for our people. We can win. We are not going to give up, so if anything else then we will make the British tired and they might just give in. We will bleed them dry from money to supplies. As soon as this winter gets over and we can all get better and close to full strength then we will be tough again. Soon we will all be free from that fat King of England. I just hope it's soon because we are losing people all the time from sickness. Well I just thought I would right to you and let you know that I'm still alive and fighting for your sorry but.


p.s. tell everyone I say hi and that I miss them and I'm doing okay.

Miss you,
Ken Golgalonagan