The following letter was to his brother-in-law, Charles Bulkeley Colt. Sometimes the family spelled it "Coult" as did Aaron in the present instance.

Fort Oswego, June 7, 1813.

Dear Sir,

A part of our Company are detailed for guard to accompany a small party of some of the prisoners we took at Fort George and are now conveying them to Greenbush, there to wait until they are exchanged - They are 106 in number, stout and well looking - we have treated them in such a manner that they appear attached to us, and some have told me that it would be their choice to remain with us. -- My time is is short, and business is so pressing that it is impossible for me to write much, and I have a thousand things I want to say, and as many questions at ask -- O Charles -- what scenes I have to pass through -- at all hours -- in all weather -- we are obliged to be on the alert while we are on the enemy's borders -- but in battles -- O God -- to stand and see men falling all around and the horrible groans of the dying while you are marching over their mangled body's -- the reflection is more chilling on cool deliberation than the fact appears while in action -- War is a curse -- I want to see Lynda and the children more than I have words to express -- but the God of Heaven only knows what my fate will be -- A soldier who is continually in danger can hardly promise anything.
Government neglect me -- I have not yet drawn my uniform or any money -- I I could send home a supply of cash I should feel much more easy in mind. I am only Orderly Sergeant, and his duty in a moving army is as disagreeable as it is fatiguing, his cares are unceasing and his responsibility great -- I want to hear from you all, but know not how you will convey letters on act. of our continual moving -- I however want you to write often --- "Tis now after midnight so after apologizing for this hasty scrall I shall bid you adieu -- My kindest love to you all --

               Your friend and Brother,
Mr. C.B. Coult               A. Stewart.