Sneaux next week. (90 Viewers)

TIL Freezing rain is more common in the south. The Ga./NC border typically gets hit the hardest
Yes. That's because during freezing rain events the south generally has warm, moist air in place when the cold fronts move in. Since the cold air is heavier than warm air it tends to knife its way under the warm layer. The colder air then tends to condense the moisture to make it fall as rain. If the cold air below freezing and 'thick' enough, it can turn into sleet before hitting the ground. But if the freezing layer below is very 'thin', it doesn't have a chance to freeze while falling and will then freeze on any surfaces that are at 32°F or colder.
 
January 21, 1865

My Dearest @guidomerkinsrules ,

I pray this letter finds you in good health and comfort, for here, amid the bitter winds of war, such luxuries feel a world away. The past few days have been a trial unlike any I have known, as a fierce blizzard swept across the battlefield, leaving us shivering in its merciless embrace.

The snow lies thick upon the ground, blanketing the tents and dampening even the smallest spark of warmth we might find. It is as if nature herself conspires against us, her icy wrath no less cruel than the bullets of the enemy. Fires are scarce and fleeting; the wood we manage to scavenge is often too wet to burn, leaving us huddled together for what little warmth our bodies can muster. The wind howls through the camp, stealing away our breath and tearing at our meager shelter. Many of the men are frostbitten, their hands and feet swollen and blackened by the cold. It pains me to see such suffering, yet there is little I can do but share in their misery.

As if the blizzard were not hardship enough, we are plagued by a shortage of even the most basic necessities. gmr, I never imagined I would lament the lack of something so mundane as toilet paper, but here in the field, its absence is keenly felt. We have resorted to using whatever scraps we can find – old letters, bits of cloth, even leaves when they are not buried beneath the snow. It is a small indignity, yet it serves as a constant reminder of how far removed we are from the comforts of home.

Through it all, I try to keep my spirits high, drawing strength from the thought of you and the children. Your letters are a balm to my weary soul, each word a precious gift that reminds me of the love and warmth waiting for me beyond this frozen hell. I carry your likeness close to my heart, a beacon of hope that guides me through the darkest of days.

gmr, I long for the day when this terrible conflict is but a memory, and I can once again hold you in my arms. Until then, know that I endure for you, for our family, and for the hope of a brighter future. Please kiss the children for me and tell them their father loves them more than words can express.

Yours always and forever,

buzd
Wait don’t - this brings tears to my eyes which freeze thus putting my ocular cavities in jeopardy

(it was beautiful btw)
 
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