... We got there [Fort Donelson] on St. Valentine's Day. You have heard about the battle fought there, and it is no use for me to describe it. We had to stay out all night of the 14th without tents or blankets, and it was very cold. I suffered more that night from cold than ever before in my life. ... The usual mishaps of remaining out of provisions, etc., befell us; but we got some pilot bread and some bacon just before going into battle. ... when we received the order "Forward!" we went up the hill in a full run, the rebels dropping our boys in rows. ... I got my eye on a bunch of them, and took sight every time I shot. Sometimes I could see the man drop - thought at the time that I had killed three. While I was shooting... I received a shot in the shin... breaking the small bone in my leg... Before I was wounded I had my gun spoiled by being hit with a ball, so I had to take a fallen man's gun and use it. I was wounded about one o'clock, and it took me till nearly sundown to crawl off, and I almost froze. I was slightly wounded twice while leaving the field, once in the head by a small piece of shell and once on the forefinger of the right hand, slitting the knuckle. ... My wounds are not dangerous. I would write plainer but for the wound on my knuckle.
Yours, affectionately,
A. Slatten
Andrew and Clarinda had two children: