Write a love letter like a soldier


The main thing that woman would like to have from you on Valentine’s Day, it’s not jewelry or chocolate, and words of love. Beautiful card with finished poems — this is not an option. A woman wants to hear touching words coming straight from the heart.

Writing a well thought out love letters is not a very easy task. It’s easy to slip into platitudes and clichés that mean nothing. Filled with platitudes of the love letter as romantic as a wet rag. You need the inspiration to write a romantic love letter?

There’s nothing more romantic and tragic than a soldier’s letter home that he wrote before he was killed. The best example of such a letter was written by a man named Sullivan Ballou.

Ballou was an American patriot who, leaving family and a career, voluntarily enlisted in the Union army when the Civil war began. A week before Bull run, the battle in which he was killed, Sullivan wrote a love letter to his wife Sarah. Re-reading the letter slowly, you know, sounds like true love men:


July 14, 1861

Washington, D.C.

My dear Sarah!

By all indications we will begin to move in a few days, maybe even tomorrow. Maybe I’ll never be able to write to you, and that is what impels me to write these lines, which you can read when I’m gone.

Our movement can go on for several days, filling me with pleasure and at the same time, it can cause serious conflict, which leads to my death. It is not my desire, o our God, but I have to do it. If you need to fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready to go for it. I don’t have any apprehensions or uncertainty in the correct choice, and my unwavering courage to stop me is impossible. I know how long American civilization, our society went for the triumph of the Government. We owe a great debt to those who have shed blood and struggled, making the Revolution. So I am absolutely willing to help support our Government, pay the debt, to be able to enjoy all the pleasures of life.

But, my dear wife, I know what’s next with my own joys I lay all yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows. For many years eating the bitter fruits of self-finding shelter and food, should I offer them as the only bread you, my dear, and children. Maybe it’s a sign of weakness, shameful to think so, but the flag of my goals quietly and proudly waving in the wind, and my boundless love for You, my dear wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, fight with love of country.

I can’t describe my feelings calm summer night when two thousand men are sleeping around me, manye of them live the last hours, perhaps,and I suspect thatdeath creeps behind me with ee the fatal arrow. In these moments I communicate with God, with my country and with You.

I carefully and diligently searching in his soul doubts about the correct choice because it puts at risk the happiness of everyone I love, but couldn’t. Pure love for my country and our principles forced me to defend them before the people, to protect the chestb, to protect what I love more than you fear to die. Duty and love called me and I went.

Sarah, my love for you is immortal, sometimes it seems to me that it connects me with you thick cables, which are able to break only the Almighty power. But yet my love of country goes through me like a strong wind, wings and pushing along with these cables in the battlefield.

Memories of the blissful moments I spent with you, constantly in my heart, they arise in my soul, and I feel deep gratitude to You and to the Lord God, I enjoyed them for so long. It is difficult for me to abandon them, and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when with God’s help, we probably still would live together and love each other, and to watch our sons grownoble and courageous. I have very little wish, which I trust in Providence, and someone whispers to me, perhaps it is a prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return to your loved ones unharmed. If I do not return, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when I overtake last breath on the battlefield, I will whisper your name.

Excuse my mistakes and the pain I brought you. How often I wascareless and stupid! With what pleasure I would wash away your own tears every little spot that overshadows your happiness, I would fight with all the failures of this world, protected you and my children from evil. But I can’t. I have to watch you, hovering in spirit over the land as you battle with storms in the turbulent sea of life and looking forward to when we meet again never to part.

Oh, Sarah! If the dead could return to this earth and live among those whom he had loved unseen, know that I’ll always be near you: in the midday sun and in the darkest night, a moment of happiness in the darkest of hours, always! If your cheek gently sway in a light breeze, it must be my breath when the cool air cools the body is my spirit walked around!

Sarah, do not mourn my death, think I went to wait for you, because we will meet again.

As for my little boys, they will grow up and never know his father’s love and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long and my blue eyed Edgar will leave memories of our antics among the dimmest memories of his childhood. Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and opportunities for the development of the characters of our boys. Tell my parents that I will ask God’s blessings for them. O Sarah, I wait for You there!Come to me and lead thither my children.


Now you feel inspired? Best love letters were written in the face of danger, and feeling the closeness of the hour of death. The truth is that every day can be the last! Don’t wait to tell his beloved about his feelings. And spend a happy Valentine’s Day.


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