A day in the life of John Cook a Union Soldier. I caught my mind wandering as I was unsure of the next few days to come. I hear of a battle that will take place but I’m unsure of how I will play my role in it. The bugle goes off and we all rise from our solemn sleep and begin our training. The colonel yells aloud through the camp that we must be at the post in fifteen minutes. I think to myself, is this the day that we go to battle? I’m not ready for this. I feel unprepared with so many questions I’m asking myself. I arrive at my post to learn that it is just a training exercise. I thank Jesus just as my mama had taught me to be thankful and always remember the lord is with you. As the day of training progresses we learn about loading musket
We were trapped in a house. There were redcoats surrounding the house. All we had was a bayonet and a knife. John was almost dead. He might as well be dead, having been stabbed, shot 3 times and attacked by rabbits (Don’t ask). John pointed out the window and said, “Look”.
As the story begins it occurs during the civil war and a Union regiment that has been on a riverbank for weeks. Then we are introduced to Henry Fleming, a recent recruit in the 304th Regiment, where he hears the tall soldier named Jim Conklin say the regiment will soon move out. When the regiment gets their orders to move and begin to walk a long way to battle Henry begins to fear battle itself. The whole reason he joined was the glory earned from service. When the soldier began to near the battle they hear it in the distance and after fortifying a position the confederate army began to charge. Henry looks around and sees he is surrounded on all sides and he would not be able to turn back now. As the battle goes on he says he feels like a cog
Walking From Boston to New York I thought that we would never win the battle against the British. I couldn’t believe that I was going to go to war with the British. The British had so much more experience than we did, There were some people who didn’t even have one bit of experience with weapons. Surely, I was nervous about going to battle. The whole time getting ready I thought about how much I’d miss my wife and our three children Lilia, Bethany, and Lucas. I thought to myself one day I won’t have to write to them, I can see them and tell them stories about the war. Right now all I need to think about is battling the British and surviving at the same time. Therefore, When going to battle being intrepid we
A Narrative of a Revolutionary Soldier is a book that focuses on a man named Joseph Plumb Martin during the time of the Revolutionary War. This book tells us about his experiences and his contributions during the war and what it took to be a Revolutionary Soldier. The main point of this book is to show the patriotism and heroism of Martin and those who served beside him. Martin was a young man when he joined the Army to fight for patriotism, and he fought throughout the entire war, which ended in 1783. Martin enlisted in the war even though it was against the wishes of some of those around him.
I will protect him and keep him in company, do not worry. Excitement fills my body as I think about my first upcoming battle, it might sound sinful. But I am thrilled. I pray that God will forgive me as I will probably take a few lives while fighting. I do feel a sense of guilt and confrontation as I am meant to take the lives of my fellow brothers. If only they hadn’t rebel. I find this new experience exhilarating, but. My heads seems to spin at the thought of dying. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid, because, I fear the pain of
Life during the Civil War was not a pleasant time. There was basically utter chaos
John F. Kennedy once said,“Mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind.” War can only bring war not peace, war can only bring people dark and despair not bright. In the non-fiction memoir, “A Long Way Gone: Memoir of a Boy Soldier, is written by Ishmael Beah, an author from Sierra Leone, Africa. This is a memoir talk about Ishmael his experiences during the civil war in Sierra Leone. The civil war began on 23 March 1991 and lasted eleven years, enveloped the country, and left over 50,000 dead. When Ishmael was a child he need to run for his life and he became a refugee. He lost his family and home, he displaced by war. Moreover, he was forced to join an army unit for survive, he was
“War at its basic level has always been about soldiers. Nations rose and fell on the strength of their armies and the men who filled the ranks.” This is a very powerful quote, especially for the yet young country of the United States, for it gives credit where credit is truly due: to the men who carried out the orders from their superiors, gave their blood, sweat and tears, and in millions of cases their lives while fighting for ideals that they believed their country or government was founded upon, and to ensure the continuation of these ideals. Up until the end of the 20th Century, they did so in the worst of conditions, and this includes not only the battle scene, but also every day life. In
A major misconception found among the common population is that soldiers of the Civil War were always engaged in battle. In retrospect, these soldiers only spent approximately one out of every thirty days in battle, leaving the soldiers spending an abundance of time in their camps. Interestingly enough, these camps caused double the amount of deaths than the actual fighting. The camp life of a Civil War soldier was an undesirable and grueling part of the war due to the setup of their daily life, the lack of rations, and the spreading of varying diseases throughout the camps.
As the war dragged on and families were torn apart I was left wondering if it was all worth it. For those of those living in the North we no longer had to live as slaves so why should we suffer. When I feel like this I always stop myself because I know that I am being selfish. Everyone deserves to have freedom and live their lives the way they want it. With the Emancipation Proclamation it was now possible for everyone to accomplish their dreams. President Abraham Lincoln signing this into action gave hope to all of those who were still enslaved. After the war was over and blacks were freed we still had a long fight ahead of us. We now have to fight for equal rights so that not only we can have better lives, but our future generations.
We have come across a river that looks dangerous, so my family thought it would be a good idea to wait for the water level to drop. The next morning the water level was way lower than it was when we came across it. We had to wait one day, but we crossed and made it without any troubles. There was a group of Native Americans that looked interested in us so we decided to stop and say hi. Our family ate a meal with the natives and we even traded goods. After we left, we came across a native tribe that didn’t look friendly, but they didn’t spot us so we just kept going and avoided them.
The first thing that came crossed my mind was, they were white and tall. The tallest person of them, stood in front of the roll. I was lost in a moment, thinking of how such a person can be that height. Compared to our skin, theirs skin is white as snow. Theirs clothes were long and thick, as we barely even have a piece of clothes on. As the minute gone by, their mouth began to mumble and their face
turning my head again I saw Simon dive to my aid. He did not utter a
When I woke up on July 1 four days after we had arrived, I got my things ready to go to battle. I have to admit I was very sacred and thought about running off but I didn’t. There were many different things I thought about doing before I went into fight. Then we headed for the battle field where I did not know if I would make it out alive.
Yesterday I was at work from sunrise till it was pitch black dark. Today I am completely wrecked and can’t be bothered doing anything but tomorrow and for however long the war goes for I will be at it again and again day after day. The days that follow after the battle are a thousand times worse than the days of the battle and it’s not the physical pain that hurts the most it is the mental pain that leaves the mark. The dead people look sickening but they don’t suffer any pain, But the poor wounded soldiers that still have their life are suffering both physical and mental pain and are living through what some people would call hell. I pray to God that this ferial event will stop. Our Regiment started this morning for Harpers Ferry. I am told with a few others and the nurses to remain here until the wounded have been removed then to join up with the Regiment again. I am expecting there will be another massive fight at Harpers Ferry again soon. My Dear Wife I dream of the day I pass the Hibbards house and see you and Amy waiting outside our house welcoming me with open arms, I also dream of the day I am lying next to you in front of our open fire with our beautiful daughter. You