Glenda, somewhere in the chaos that I laughingly refer to as my files, I have a letter written by a "galvanized Yankee" to his mother back in Arkansas. It was written soon after the war ended, while he was on duty at some lonely outpost in the Dakota Territory.

He writes about the daily routine, the patrols, and, above all, homesickness. He also writes his concerns about what his friends and neighbors back home think of his decision to "galvanize".

If I can find that letter, I'll post it. It's sad as all get out, but very, very interesting.