Fredrick leaned over his friends shoulder to look at a smudgy page, covered with bold writing that looked as though the author would have crushed his pen nib due to the pressure.
"Take a break for a minute. Grandfather's letter is quite short today...no map's either."
Chuck threw his pen across the desk and spun around.
"Read," he commanded airily.
As tomorrow would bring the attack, I shall be quite brief with today's description.
Refer to the map contained in yesterday's letter. It will show both lines of combatants. The Confederate's held the high ground, or the bluffs, along the north side of Fort Donelson, as well as forming a outward facing semi-circle around the eastern and southern areas as far as Dover. The Yankees, as you may see, traced an opposing line directly opposite of them.
I'll leave you now to mull over the feelings of hope, dread, anticipation, fear...and freezing cold that the soldiers on both sides must have been feeling.