Civil War Letter To My Beloved Family
Civil War Letter
To my beloved family, Not a day goes by that I am not constantly reminded of my stupid decision to leave home, in search of a name for myself. People told me that joining the Confederate Army would be a grand adventure. Let me tell you, Father was right in more ways than one. I could have never have dreamt of such horrors that I have seen on the battlefield. Everywhere, I look is disaster. The skinny, pale eyes of dead men lying on the field, alongside enemy and assorted gored limbs in one mass grave, still haunts me to this day in my sleep. I no longer sleep for more than four hours without seeing those yellowed eyes of the dead. Just the other day my good friend and wise mentor, Private Nathaniel Gordon passed
To my beloved family, Not a day goes by that I am not constantly reminded of my stupid decision to leave home, in search of a name for myself. People told me that joining the Confederate Army would be a grand adventure. Let me tell you, Father was right in more ways than one. I could have never have dreamt of such horrors that I have seen on the battlefield. Everywhere, I look is disaster. The skinny, pale eyes of dead men lying on the field, alongside enemy and assorted gored limbs in one mass grave, still haunts me to this day in my sleep. I no longer sleep for more than four hours without seeing those yellowed eyes of the dead. Just the other day my good friend and wise mentor, Private Nathaniel Gordon passed