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If I do not return, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I loved you, nor that when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name…
“If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved,
I shall always be near you; in gladdest days and in the darkest nights… always always,
and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath,
as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit…”
Major Sullivan Ballou
