I write you this letter as it may be my last. We sit at Fort Griffin, at the outlet of two
rivers as they pour into the Gulf of
Mexico. Our job is to prevent the Union
general Franklin and his troops from
capturing Houston and Beaumont. Alas,
there are only 40 of us. Our plan is to hold
our fire as long as we can, luring the Union
boats in closer and then open fire with our
cannons. If we can win, we think we can
restore morale...
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