[Again, wouldn’t have been written in English. It’d’ve been in Spanish or one of the Pueblo dialects or maybe Navajo.]
February 3, 1862
I wish this war would end soon. I’m sick of war, and I’m definitely sick of wars that I don’t have any say in. The Confederacy and the North need to keep the fighting to themselves. I want to be left out of it. Gabriel has joined the Confederacy. I’m worried about Allen. I want this to end, I want it to end by the end of the year.