Age: 30, credited to Montpelier, VT; Northfield, VT
Unit(s): 2nd VT INF, 13th VRC
Service: enl 6/17/61, m/i 6/20/61, 3SGT, Co. H, 2nd VT INF, dis/dsb 11/20/62; enl 7/1/63, m/o 8/21/65 from Co. E, 13th RGT VRC
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Birth: 06/06/1832, Worcester, VT
Burial: Washington Soldiers Home Cemetery, Orting, WA
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Kenyon Luce
Findagrave Memorial #: 5550926
Alias?: None noted
College?: Not Found
Veterans Home?: Not Found
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LAMOILLE NEWSDEALER: JAN. 3, 1862
CAMP GRIFFIN, DEC. 28, 1861
MR. EDITOR: ----I wish to express in your most valuable and interesting paper, the heartfelt gratitude of a soldier, for the many articles of clothing, which have been showered upon us with such profuse generosity, by the good ladies of Cambridge and vicinity. Although I am a stranger to all to all of them, I have through the kindness of Sergeant E. Ellinwood, shared some of their timely and long to be remembered presents. Every time we lay down to rest, while the cold wind is blowing hard as it is tonight, we wrap those nice blankets around us and breathe a silent prayer for the fair donors. May God Bless and protect them, in the absence of their dear ones, now far away in Dixie; and ere long return the husband to his anxious wife, the son to his parents, and the lover to his sweetheart. I must not forget the mittens which we received today, and for which we are very thankful, and I dare say that the donors will be often thought of by the soldiers as they tred their lonely beat, on picket duty, these cold, windy nights; and when in my sphere I visit them to see that all is right. I shall remember that I am indebted to some fair one for a pair of mittens, which are keeping my hands warm; and the thought that we have friends at home that are doing so much for us, nerves us as we endure the hardshops of a soldiers life without a murmur.
It is now 9 o'clock P.M.. The drummer has beat the taps, for to have the lights extinguished, and I must close. Hoping and trusting that this war may have a speedy termination without dishonor to our National Banner. I will bid you good night, and wrap myself up in those warm blankets and go to sleep.
Yours: Abram Ford
2d Sergt., Co. H. 2d V.V.M.
Submitted by Deanna French.