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but if he [[underline]] had [[/underline]] to go, it was a beautiful death. He was so dear and sweet to me. He was like a ray of sunshine in the home, always loving and affectionate. His life was short but so [[underline]] very [[/underline]] useful. I suppose God does not put more on us than we can bear. Your father wrote my son your right arm was badly hurt and your left foot. If they [[underline]] do [[/underline]] send you home I want you to come to see us. For no one in the world would be more welcome. [[End page]]

[[Start page]] It is hard for me to think I will never have my boy home with me again, but I expect to see him sometime. I feel that I ought not to write you a blue letter like this but I suppose it will not make you feel like it would if you were not accustomed to so much sorrow and suffering. I know Herbert loved you for he spoke of you so often.
I hope you will be well by the time you get this letter.
With love to you from my entire family, I am your friend always,
Mrs. Joseph E. Jones, 
Herbert's Mother
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