March 27th, 1862

Today, I made the decision to speak to Henry. He seemed like he was doing a lot better than last week. He was awake eating some of the chicken broth that was made earlier that morning. I sat down next to him and said hello Henry. He looked at me with a surprised look. He said to me, "Anna? I haven't seen you in years!" Everyone who I knew as a teenager called me Anna, and then I started going by Annabelle as I got older. Henry and I talked about his shoulder and about how I've been working at the commission. I told Henry I was concerned about him and that I hope his shoulder gets better. He simply said, "Oh it's nothing, I will be fine." That's what all tough men say but really, I bet they want to cry as much as they say the women complain. Henry and I started talking about the war when he told me about how him and Samuel ran into each other at one of the training camps. I explained to Henry about how Samuel sent me a letter a few months ago telling me about seeing you. I told him how I thought it was nice he had someone there to be with, that he knew. Henry told me that Samuel is doing fine as of what he knows, before he got shot. He told me how intense and long the training is. Henry was always the one to joke around with everyone. He told me about how horrible the food tasted and how he would trade that food in anyday for his wifes wonderful cooking. It's nice getting to see and speak to Henry about everything going on. However, once he is all healed up he will most likely be sent back into the war.