Nov 6th 1863 Camp Milledge artillery Culpeper county, Va

Camp Milledge artillery

Mr. P. L. Davis

My Dear Father, After waiting a very long time for an answer to my last letter to you I have come to the conclusion to write again, knowing you disposion and exactly how you are about writing I wish you to understand that I do not feel offended in the least at your delay. But at the Same time I think you could afford to write to me onced in every three or four months, for my Dear Father, I can assure you that there is nothing, that afforde me with more pleasure, than to receive a letter from you. And will you not increase my pleasure by writing me oftener than you have heretofore. I received a letter from Charley not very long Since he was near atlanta when he wrote to me but I have heard through other communication that he moved near chatanooga. I also heard that he has been Sick but was getting well, poor fellow I fear he will hae a hard time out there in enfentry I much rather he had joined some artillery Company I think artillery is much lighyter Sufice than enfentry. And I have tried bouth. I have not heard from Isham personally Since he left home the last time. I am thinking that he will have a hard time also with his many diseases. As to myself I am as sound to day as I was when I joined the army. With the exception of my eyes they are very weak and the Smoke from the camp fires appears to be rank poison to them. So you need not be surprised at any time to hear that you have a blind Son. I think that there is a chance for me to come home between this and next February and if there is even a half a chance I certainly will make us of it. A good posion of our army are building huts for winter quarters but we have not commenced yet nor I do not know how long before we will we are in camped near culpeper courthouse we have had Some very bad weather this fall I do not think that we will have much more fighting to do in Va until next Spring. You will give my love to ma and all the children.
Nothing more but

remain your ever Dear Son

W. L. Davis