Dear brother,
I decided to send this letter because tomorrow there will be a small battle close by where I am staying and I will be participating in it. People are saying that the south will bring much more soldiers than we have people living in this small town. So this might be the last letter that I will be writing.
How is everything over there in the south? Are you keeping out of trouble like I told you to? We both know that will never happen. How tall are you now? How is mother? Does she say anything about me or remember me. Is she still mad that I went to fight for the north? Could you please tell her that I really miss her and that I love her? Also tell her that the north has a very valid point in making the black equal to the whites. The blacks and whites are all people.
Your big brother.
Denzel
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Letter to My Best Friend...
Dear Jasmine,
How is it over on your side with the Confederates, sis? It’s not so great here in Chattanooga. I absolutely hate it. Oh, and get ready for a complaint overload. It’s just that this war is so pointless. What I mean is a war isn’t necessary to solve this problem. It should practically be branded in people’s brains that people shouldn’t be or have slaves. I really don’t see why we can’t just say we’re all equal and leave it at that. At least some of these other Union soldiers agree with me on that. But over all, if I had to stay in this war of civility, I think I’d stay on my side.
Anyway, Old General Negley makes us keep that blue, wool uniform on at all times…even the hat. But it’s way too hot for that. It’s something about being ready 24/7 and you need to be ready for anything. I guess that makes it okay. It wasn’t really necessary, but at least we’d be prepared. Sometimes I can’t sleep at night in those little tents, ‘cause I keep thinking about something happening to you or my brothers or uncles…and even my dad. When I can’t sleep, I’ll stare at the stars and hope and pray that my mother and sisters are all safe.
I don’t even wanna get a scratch on me. Those doctors aren’t getting an ounce of my trust. They probably have as much training as a new born puppy on its first day at home. You’d think with about sixty of us here, the doctors would be good. It may be ridiculous, but I’m just going to try to avoid getting hurt. But, the weapons are pretty cool. I love using them (even just holding them) as long as I don’t have hurt anyone. That’s why when I’m bored while we’re not fighting, I do some target practice. I use the pistols, rifles, swords, and I’ve even thrown a grenade or two (away from everyone else of course) just for the fun of it. That’s just about the only fun thing about being here. Is there anything you like to do when boredom strikes?
Okay, the food…it sucks. Plain and simple it just sucks. All we eat most of the time is hardtack and salted beef. I think it’s just reddish colored salt cubes. And that hardtack, man it’ll file your teeth away! It’s like sheet iron! There are even holes in it. It’s not made that way. You know what makes the holes? Bugs, that’s what. That’s disgusting. Ugh, I hate war food.
I don’t even know what else to tell you. I hope this ends soon so things can go back to the way they were…or at least close to it. I miss all of you guys. Write me back.
Your partner in crime,
Elizabeth
How is it over on your side with the Confederates, sis? It’s not so great here in Chattanooga. I absolutely hate it. Oh, and get ready for a complaint overload. It’s just that this war is so pointless. What I mean is a war isn’t necessary to solve this problem. It should practically be branded in people’s brains that people shouldn’t be or have slaves. I really don’t see why we can’t just say we’re all equal and leave it at that. At least some of these other Union soldiers agree with me on that. But over all, if I had to stay in this war of civility, I think I’d stay on my side.
Anyway, Old General Negley makes us keep that blue, wool uniform on at all times…even the hat. But it’s way too hot for that. It’s something about being ready 24/7 and you need to be ready for anything. I guess that makes it okay. It wasn’t really necessary, but at least we’d be prepared. Sometimes I can’t sleep at night in those little tents, ‘cause I keep thinking about something happening to you or my brothers or uncles…and even my dad. When I can’t sleep, I’ll stare at the stars and hope and pray that my mother and sisters are all safe.
I don’t even wanna get a scratch on me. Those doctors aren’t getting an ounce of my trust. They probably have as much training as a new born puppy on its first day at home. You’d think with about sixty of us here, the doctors would be good. It may be ridiculous, but I’m just going to try to avoid getting hurt. But, the weapons are pretty cool. I love using them (even just holding them) as long as I don’t have hurt anyone. That’s why when I’m bored while we’re not fighting, I do some target practice. I use the pistols, rifles, swords, and I’ve even thrown a grenade or two (away from everyone else of course) just for the fun of it. That’s just about the only fun thing about being here. Is there anything you like to do when boredom strikes?
Okay, the food…it sucks. Plain and simple it just sucks. All we eat most of the time is hardtack and salted beef. I think it’s just reddish colored salt cubes. And that hardtack, man it’ll file your teeth away! It’s like sheet iron! There are even holes in it. It’s not made that way. You know what makes the holes? Bugs, that’s what. That’s disgusting. Ugh, I hate war food.
I don’t even know what else to tell you. I hope this ends soon so things can go back to the way they were…or at least close to it. I miss all of you guys. Write me back.
Your partner in crime,
Elizabeth
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Letter to Sameer
Dear Sameer,
I’m writing you because we’ve finally took a rest. Dude, I haven’t seen you in ages. It kinda sucks that we’re separated now; I think that if you were here I’d be able to survive. But I can’t do this by myself, man. I nearly freeze to death every night, mainly because I don’t sleep. The fear of an ambush completely takes over my life. Every little sound I hear makes me jump. Even rain makes me get out my gun! My life has become a battle, and my world is a battlefield. If I put it that way, my life is the Chattanooga, that’s the battle I’m fighting in now.
My living conditions as a Confederate, as I was telling you, are brutal. Everyone around here is so mad, they keep saying, “It’s all because of those dumb slaves!”, and then others say, “Yeah! Coming in here asking for jobs! We gave it to em! And now they don’t want them anymore?!” I don’t want slavery around here; it doesn’t belong in this country. But if I say that out loud they’ll probably shoot me to death. That’s another problem here, no one works together. Everyone just looks out for themselves and no one else. I got into a fight with this guy I used to share a tent with, just cause I didn’t want any slaves around anymore. Since that day I kept quiet, and that’s what I’m doing now. I keep quiet, keep to myself, and just shoot the gun when I’m supposed to. I live of off the same 2 pair of clothes, a green jumpsuit, and a white t-shirt and jeans. I fight in the green jumpsuit, and walk around the unit in my t-shirt and jeans. We can’t wash them, we can, but, I’m too afraid to go washing em by myself, and ending up getting hit from the back or something. Yeah, that’s how paranoid I am. I’m so paranoid about this whole war that I barely eat. You have to understand Sameer that my “partners”, are also murderers, their people that have killed other people because of their race. They’ve beaten their slaves, isolated them, stripped away their dignities, and some have killed them. Why? Cause they didn’t follow the rules. That’s what they always say, “You gotta follow the rules, then everything will be alright”. That’s why I barely ever eat, I don’t want one of those murderers to poison my food. So when I get a chance, I get some food and just eat it by myself.
I don’t wanna fight anymore Sameer, I wanna go home to my father. The reason of fighting this war is so pointless! There aint no need for a war, everyone knows we don’t need slaves. Everyone knows it’s unfair to have slaves. They just wanna fight, and that’s why they’re here. To fight! To kill more people than they’ve already killed; and I don’t wanna be a part of that. I wish I could come to the Union side, I can’t stand how lonesome I feel, how scared I feel. And besides, I’m the only one in my family fighting on this side, all because I WAS on this side. Shouldn’t have gone to stupid college. I wanna be where you are, and were my family are. Where they treat everyone equally and with respect.
Love you man,
Phaedro (Phaedra)
Battle of Chattanooga (Stephanie Lde)- Confederate
Dear John (Sandhya),
As I think you might all ready know, we are going to fight against each other. I never imagined us fighting like this. With blood and weapons I mean. We have to wear this grey uniform everyday and we are not even allowed to take our hats off. It really sucks sometimes, because when it’s hot, I just want to take it off already.
Today our leader, Braxton Bragg, told us that we had to prepare all our weapons. We had to set the rifles, clean the guns, sharpen the knives, and prepare our swords. Only when I was doing these things, I was thinking about losing you who was and will always be a good friend and brother. I was so quiet that everyone started asking me what was wrong with me. I got tired of them asking me since we were like 3000 people. I didn’t eat well for like this whole 3 days that passed. We have corn bread as well as corn cakes, fresh beef. They were pretty bad thought! So I didn’t eat for that reason also. I only eat sometimes since I need food to be able to survive. We sleep in tents so when I have to pi or something I have to go in the bushes and do my thing.
Well getting back to my point. It is dam hilarious to be fighting for a dam railroad! I can understand that it benefits you guys to come way further south but it really sucks for us! Not exactly you but your leader. I mean I think this thing of people from the Confederate fighting with their own family or friends from the Union side is just nun sense. We kill each other without even thinking about it. Just because our leaders tell us to do it we do it. It is really hard to kill a friend that has been with you in good and in bad, we kill them ourselves. I would like to be on your side so that we could win against the Confederate. Since we are weak and you guys always win, I don’t want to lose my life for that! I’ll rather be on your side and save my life
I hope you write me back so I can know how you’re doing further. Wish you all the best!
Regards,
Mark (Stephanie Lde).
As I think you might all ready know, we are going to fight against each other. I never imagined us fighting like this. With blood and weapons I mean. We have to wear this grey uniform everyday and we are not even allowed to take our hats off. It really sucks sometimes, because when it’s hot, I just want to take it off already.
Today our leader, Braxton Bragg, told us that we had to prepare all our weapons. We had to set the rifles, clean the guns, sharpen the knives, and prepare our swords. Only when I was doing these things, I was thinking about losing you who was and will always be a good friend and brother. I was so quiet that everyone started asking me what was wrong with me. I got tired of them asking me since we were like 3000 people. I didn’t eat well for like this whole 3 days that passed. We have corn bread as well as corn cakes, fresh beef. They were pretty bad thought! So I didn’t eat for that reason also. I only eat sometimes since I need food to be able to survive. We sleep in tents so when I have to pi or something I have to go in the bushes and do my thing.
Well getting back to my point. It is dam hilarious to be fighting for a dam railroad! I can understand that it benefits you guys to come way further south but it really sucks for us! Not exactly you but your leader. I mean I think this thing of people from the Confederate fighting with their own family or friends from the Union side is just nun sense. We kill each other without even thinking about it. Just because our leaders tell us to do it we do it. It is really hard to kill a friend that has been with you in good and in bad, we kill them ourselves. I would like to be on your side so that we could win against the Confederate. Since we are weak and you guys always win, I don’t want to lose my life for that! I’ll rather be on your side and save my life
I hope you write me back so I can know how you’re doing further. Wish you all the best!
Regards,
Mark (Stephanie Lde).
Letter
Hello Daniel,
Im sick and tired of this thing, when are we going to get over it. I’m feeling sick and not very well, I think I won’t make it. My unit is about 80 troops and they are all stupid people, you can’t even talk to them. We have these two very brutal men that are our leader their names are Maj. Robert Anderson [US]; Brig. Gen. P.G.T. Beauregard [CS]. We had mortars and 43 other guns, they had very weird names. The close we wore was very uncofterble, we had to wear a blouse that’s made out of wool and a forage cap that was very thick and heavy. Our shoes were very uncofterble, they felt like you were wearing a block instead of shoes, and we even had the union knapsack and the canteen that was for water. The food we ate made me vomit, we had to eat Hardtack most of the times it had worms, that’s like a cracker but worse its like u are eating a rock. Sometimes we ate salted pork or bacon, we almost never ate vegetables. We sleep I these buildings that are 3 floors high. I agree to fight in this war because we should all be equal and be treated the same because we all came from one dad and mom. I wouldn’t change sides because I really want the African Americans to be free like us. Please tell me how are you feeling, and how is your fight is it as big as this one?
Regards
Hatem
Civil War letter, Battle of Fredericksburg
Dear Alaia Fonk,
I am sitting here with pen in hand trying to form into words
what exactly is going on here. We are an outfit of 100 men strong.
We are tired, we are hungry. The fighting is continues. We have 35 men wounded.
We are down to 5 canons and running out of ammunition.
Mayor Toby has been wounded and left me in command. I was proud to be a confederate and to
serve my states.
Our uniforms are soiled with
blood and dirt and it was hard to see that there were once grey and respected.
We are sleeping in dug out trenches. While lying in the trenches
you can hear the sounds of crying and screaming as homes are being
burned down, and peoples lives are being destroyed. With this happening around you
one has to be strong and maintain his strength and courage and go ahead and try to save
us much lives and homes as one can. Our food rations are getting low. My men are hungry.
We try to sneak to farmhouses where there are wells, where we can get some water without
being noticed and shot. We want this war over.
So we can all live peacefully. Hopefully after this there will be no more civil war.
And that the south will live peacefully with the north.
My best,
Devin de Veer
I am sitting here with pen in hand trying to form into words
what exactly is going on here. We are an outfit of 100 men strong.
We are tired, we are hungry. The fighting is continues. We have 35 men wounded.
We are down to 5 canons and running out of ammunition.
Mayor Toby has been wounded and left me in command. I was proud to be a confederate and to
serve my states.
Our uniforms are soiled with
blood and dirt and it was hard to see that there were once grey and respected.
We are sleeping in dug out trenches. While lying in the trenches
you can hear the sounds of crying and screaming as homes are being
burned down, and peoples lives are being destroyed. With this happening around you
one has to be strong and maintain his strength and courage and go ahead and try to save
us much lives and homes as one can. Our food rations are getting low. My men are hungry.
We try to sneak to farmhouses where there are wells, where we can get some water without
being noticed and shot. We want this war over.
So we can all live peacefully. Hopefully after this there will be no more civil war.
And that the south will live peacefully with the north.
My best,
Devin de Veer
From Brian, To Scott
December 14, 1862
Dear Scott, (Devin)Who came up with the stupid idea that we had to fight against eachother? I really miss you. I have no idea who these people are around me. I only saw a few friends and family members, but i have heard that many friends died. When is this going to be over? We’re all going through hell.
We had noticed that your troops have arrived near Fredericksburg, November 21. It’s sad that your commander couldn’t wait for our troops in the northwest and that he immediately directed all of his army toward Fredericksburg. Because of Burnside’s numerical advantage in troop strength, I was convinced that your leader couldn’t attack our troops effectively. We had crossed the Rappahannock River and occupied Fredericksburg.
As you know, the battle opened south of the city at 8:30 a.m. yesterday on December 13. Our unit was huge, and we had used hundreds of weapons. We had nearly two hundred cannon in position. I’m fighting for the key union member Burnside. My life as a Union Soldier is really tough. The air was full with shot and shell flying over our heads into Fredericksburg. I got shot in the chest but the nurse helped me. It was awful. Thousands of Union men were trapped on the fields leading to the heights. All night long, the dying lay untended on the battlefield. Can you imagine? Oh Scott, it was horrible. The shattered masses of the enemy had disappeared in the town, leaving the field covered with dead and wounded. I can truthfully say that in that moment, I gave my life up. I do not expect ever again to face death more certainly than I thought I did then...
We live in camps; we drill all day and night. We have to wear uniforms made on treadle sewing machines. A dress code for all soldiers is strictly enforced except when they were on the battlefield. Anyone found in violation is made to pay a fine. The uniforms are tough, but they are terrible! We wear some sort of blue, usually dark blue uniforms. We are issued loose-fitting blue sack coats with 4 brass buttons.The most common color for the army-issue shirt is grey, followed by navy blue or white. The shirt is made of coarse wool and is a pullover style with 3 buttons. If my wifes see’s me like this, she will probably get a hard attack.
We fought like real strong men for our fatherland and to protect our community. Thank god I’m still alive. I hope your still okay, and not wounded. It’s a shame that I had to fight against you, but I wouldn’t have change sides. We have to pray. For the soldiers that still alive and for the dead. I’m glad that I survived, but I really want to go home now. Say hi to our friends and your family for me.
Take care my friend and I ’ll never forget you!
With all my love,
Brian (Alaïa)
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Battle of Chattanooga (UNION)
Dear Barney (Khushbu),
How are you? I miss our friend reunions. I think we should’ve had one of them before leaving; we can’t really trust these people. Who knows if we’ll ever return again? I miss those good old days, when I’d sit in the backyard and watch mom water her “little green garden” in the middle of smoke. Mom and her nature is my best friend theory. Anyways, that’s enough about what I remember; how’s it going on the Confederates side. Are they still all strong about themselves, even though their losing badly? Hope all’s well though. I’m still angry at the fact that they’ve split us. It’s like brother on brother or something.
I’m pretty darn hungry. They say we going low on the food. Well, I not gonna starve myself am I? It’s good I sneaked in some of our homemade yummy food. I’m eating that cookie from your birthday. Really reminds me of home. But it’s not too bad. Once in a while they come down here with some supplies for us. (Any weapons we may need or FOOD!!) If I were my wife, I’d probably tell you about my dark circles! I hardly sleep. It’s not like I can anyways. Miss home too much. Whenever I’m free, I’m either writing these letters or just remembering the good old days. I can’t quite sleep. It’s uncomfortable with these uniforms.
The training here is pretty good, though the battle wasn’t too good or anything. I heard Grant is gonna be coming down here. General James Negley is pretty harsh and proud. According to our plans, we’re going to have a proud moment if we win. Just keep your ears open to hear us scream. Well anyways, he led us into the first battle. We wee in that mini expedition. He really thinks it’s worth it. He’s training us for a while now. I mean thank god, we’re through June. We’re done with that first battle. I don’t get why this battle is supposed to be so grand-come on, 40,000 troops. In the “expedition” we bombarded you guys and had an open fire. I hate cannons. I haven’t had great experiences with those as you remember. Yet I feel the Union is more prepared.
Why can’t these people solve their problem peacefully? They are killing so many people who probably don’t even want to fight. I do support the Union viewpoint, but I wouldn’t want to kill a person to save another person. Does it really make a difference? I mean, if I violate a Confederate’s right, what’s the difference between me and him if he violates a slave’s right? I completely oppose your side’s viewpoint though. So it’s not like I would ever want to fight on your side. I mean it’s completely inhumane to be torturing these slaves. They should get their rights. We do need people to be working in factories and farms, so why not pay them and give them incentives. The quality of work will also improve. We won’t be as divided. I don’t understand. It’s just insane.
Well, I got to go for training. Or else I may have another cannon accident. Hihi! Lots of work around here, I guess you know what I mean. Good luck and I obviously can’t really say I want one of us to have a victory. Hope to see you soon. Miss you. Bye!
Sincerely,
Fred (Himangi)
How are you? I miss our friend reunions. I think we should’ve had one of them before leaving; we can’t really trust these people. Who knows if we’ll ever return again? I miss those good old days, when I’d sit in the backyard and watch mom water her “little green garden” in the middle of smoke. Mom and her nature is my best friend theory. Anyways, that’s enough about what I remember; how’s it going on the Confederates side. Are they still all strong about themselves, even though their losing badly? Hope all’s well though. I’m still angry at the fact that they’ve split us. It’s like brother on brother or something.
I’m pretty darn hungry. They say we going low on the food. Well, I not gonna starve myself am I? It’s good I sneaked in some of our homemade yummy food. I’m eating that cookie from your birthday. Really reminds me of home. But it’s not too bad. Once in a while they come down here with some supplies for us. (Any weapons we may need or FOOD!!) If I were my wife, I’d probably tell you about my dark circles! I hardly sleep. It’s not like I can anyways. Miss home too much. Whenever I’m free, I’m either writing these letters or just remembering the good old days. I can’t quite sleep. It’s uncomfortable with these uniforms.
The training here is pretty good, though the battle wasn’t too good or anything. I heard Grant is gonna be coming down here. General James Negley is pretty harsh and proud. According to our plans, we’re going to have a proud moment if we win. Just keep your ears open to hear us scream. Well anyways, he led us into the first battle. We wee in that mini expedition. He really thinks it’s worth it. He’s training us for a while now. I mean thank god, we’re through June. We’re done with that first battle. I don’t get why this battle is supposed to be so grand-come on, 40,000 troops. In the “expedition” we bombarded you guys and had an open fire. I hate cannons. I haven’t had great experiences with those as you remember. Yet I feel the Union is more prepared.
Why can’t these people solve their problem peacefully? They are killing so many people who probably don’t even want to fight. I do support the Union viewpoint, but I wouldn’t want to kill a person to save another person. Does it really make a difference? I mean, if I violate a Confederate’s right, what’s the difference between me and him if he violates a slave’s right? I completely oppose your side’s viewpoint though. So it’s not like I would ever want to fight on your side. I mean it’s completely inhumane to be torturing these slaves. They should get their rights. We do need people to be working in factories and farms, so why not pay them and give them incentives. The quality of work will also improve. We won’t be as divided. I don’t understand. It’s just insane.
Well, I got to go for training. Or else I may have another cannon accident. Hihi! Lots of work around here, I guess you know what I mean. Good luck and I obviously can’t really say I want one of us to have a victory. Hope to see you soon. Miss you. Bye!
Sincerely,
Fred (Himangi)
Battle of Chattanooga- November 23rd, 1863
Dear Mark (Stephanie Lde),
I would first of all like to remind you that you will always be my friend no matter what. No war can separate the two of us. It is depressing as hell that we are on opposite sides of the war. I hope that after the war we will be the same friends who hung out every day by the beach laughing like crazy men. This is why I am writing you this letter; I want to share everything I can with you. You are not my enemy Mike; you are still the same person to me. I cannot be against you because you have not chosen to be a confederate. It is impossible for me to live in a divided world. I am terrified and miserable. Every time I hear a bullet my heart stops beating for a second. I just wish the war will be over very fast.
Every morning when I wake up from the noise of the drums I wish all of this was a big dream, but when it comes time to gather all the weapons together I know for sure I am living in reality. It is so dark when we wake up because it is only 5’ 0 clock. My back aches and I hardly get sleep in the night because of the stupid dog tents and all the smoke from the campfires. Last night it rained, and one of the union soldiers got a terrible cold. I am lucky that it did not happen to me, although all of us must be careful. I am worried about you, my friend. Please take care of yourself, because I know that some of the confederate soldiers do not even have tents. Being a confederate, however, is good in some ways. You guys don’t have the extra load to carry around with you. I have to wear an itchy blue, wool uniform. Before the color used to be dark blue, but later on it was changed to a lighter shade of blue. At least it’s not grey like yours. I also carry with myself a blanket roll, a poncho, socks, paper, stamps, envelopes, ink, pen, a razor, a toothbrush, and many other personal items. I am very grateful to my mother for the cotton shirts and undergarments she sends me. I don’t think I have been more grateful to her in my entire life.
Today was the first day of war. After the drill I did not do anything. Well, I did but all I did was gather wood for cook fires and fed the horses. Since then a couple of other soldiers and I have been free. We have started to play a game called “football.” It is a very strange game, because we don’t even use our feet to kick the ball. Instead we end up with broken noses and injured legs. I have to admit, though, that it is one of the most fun games I have ever played. After football, I was so bored I went to rest in the dog tent. There are a few nice soldiers that I have met. There is a really nice guy, his name is Bob. He has become a really good friend. He is the only one who knows about Brownie. Yes, I brought my pet dog Brownie with me even though no pets are actually allowed. I had to bring Brownie with me; he reminds me of peaceful memories from home. Bob entered the dog tent and I woke up. He felt sorry for waking me up, but it wasn’t his fault. He asked me if I wanted to go over to his tent and play cards with the other folks. I washed my face and spent the rest of my evening playing cards. At dinner we were served baked beans and rice, our favorite. We finally got a cooking pot with a lid, so we might get baked beans more often. After dinner, a few of us sat around a campfire and we sang our favorite song, "Tenting on the Old Campground.”______
Oops, sorry about that line. General Ulysses S. Grant just entered my dog tent to make a few announcements. President Abraham Lincoln was the one to appoint General Grant as the commander of the Union. General Grant had to replace General Rosecrans, who led the Battle of Chickamauga. We have around 40,000 soldiers, including troops from General Sherman's Mississippi army and General Hooker’s soldiers from Virginia. Did you hear us screaming "Chickamauga?” I feel like an idiot doing that, but I have to anyways.
Mike, I have to end my letter now. General Grant wants us to prepare for tomorrow. He says it will be a big day tomorrow. I have to keep all of my equipment in order, otherwise I have to stand extra hours on guard duty. I have to organize my weapons. My most reliable gun is the1861 Springfield Rifle-Musket. I use the bayonet part of the rifle as a candle holder and also as a coffee bean grinder. Ha ha. We get the coffee beans but we have to grind them ourselves. The rifle weighs eight and half pounds and it gives people such horrible wounds. I hate even looking at that stupid gun, but what can I do?
Listen, I have wrapped up some money along with this letter, and please accept this as a brother. I cannot stand fighting against you, and I want to help you as much as I can. Confederates don’t have sutlers, and it is difficult for you to consume some stuff. This is why you must not refuse this money.
I hope to hear back from you, Mike. Remember you will forever be my friend. Good luck for the coming days.
Truly yours,
John (Sandhya Parwani)
I would first of all like to remind you that you will always be my friend no matter what. No war can separate the two of us. It is depressing as hell that we are on opposite sides of the war. I hope that after the war we will be the same friends who hung out every day by the beach laughing like crazy men. This is why I am writing you this letter; I want to share everything I can with you. You are not my enemy Mike; you are still the same person to me. I cannot be against you because you have not chosen to be a confederate. It is impossible for me to live in a divided world. I am terrified and miserable. Every time I hear a bullet my heart stops beating for a second. I just wish the war will be over very fast.
Every morning when I wake up from the noise of the drums I wish all of this was a big dream, but when it comes time to gather all the weapons together I know for sure I am living in reality. It is so dark when we wake up because it is only 5’ 0 clock. My back aches and I hardly get sleep in the night because of the stupid dog tents and all the smoke from the campfires. Last night it rained, and one of the union soldiers got a terrible cold. I am lucky that it did not happen to me, although all of us must be careful. I am worried about you, my friend. Please take care of yourself, because I know that some of the confederate soldiers do not even have tents. Being a confederate, however, is good in some ways. You guys don’t have the extra load to carry around with you. I have to wear an itchy blue, wool uniform. Before the color used to be dark blue, but later on it was changed to a lighter shade of blue. At least it’s not grey like yours. I also carry with myself a blanket roll, a poncho, socks, paper, stamps, envelopes, ink, pen, a razor, a toothbrush, and many other personal items. I am very grateful to my mother for the cotton shirts and undergarments she sends me. I don’t think I have been more grateful to her in my entire life.
Today was the first day of war. After the drill I did not do anything. Well, I did but all I did was gather wood for cook fires and fed the horses. Since then a couple of other soldiers and I have been free. We have started to play a game called “football.” It is a very strange game, because we don’t even use our feet to kick the ball. Instead we end up with broken noses and injured legs. I have to admit, though, that it is one of the most fun games I have ever played. After football, I was so bored I went to rest in the dog tent. There are a few nice soldiers that I have met. There is a really nice guy, his name is Bob. He has become a really good friend. He is the only one who knows about Brownie. Yes, I brought my pet dog Brownie with me even though no pets are actually allowed. I had to bring Brownie with me; he reminds me of peaceful memories from home. Bob entered the dog tent and I woke up. He felt sorry for waking me up, but it wasn’t his fault. He asked me if I wanted to go over to his tent and play cards with the other folks. I washed my face and spent the rest of my evening playing cards. At dinner we were served baked beans and rice, our favorite. We finally got a cooking pot with a lid, so we might get baked beans more often. After dinner, a few of us sat around a campfire and we sang our favorite song, "Tenting on the Old Campground.”______
Oops, sorry about that line. General Ulysses S. Grant just entered my dog tent to make a few announcements. President Abraham Lincoln was the one to appoint General Grant as the commander of the Union. General Grant had to replace General Rosecrans, who led the Battle of Chickamauga. We have around 40,000 soldiers, including troops from General Sherman's Mississippi army and General Hooker’s soldiers from Virginia. Did you hear us screaming "Chickamauga?” I feel like an idiot doing that, but I have to anyways.
Mike, I have to end my letter now. General Grant wants us to prepare for tomorrow. He says it will be a big day tomorrow. I have to keep all of my equipment in order, otherwise I have to stand extra hours on guard duty. I have to organize my weapons. My most reliable gun is the1861 Springfield Rifle-Musket. I use the bayonet part of the rifle as a candle holder and also as a coffee bean grinder. Ha ha. We get the coffee beans but we have to grind them ourselves. The rifle weighs eight and half pounds and it gives people such horrible wounds. I hate even looking at that stupid gun, but what can I do?
Listen, I have wrapped up some money along with this letter, and please accept this as a brother. I cannot stand fighting against you, and I want to help you as much as I can. Confederates don’t have sutlers, and it is difficult for you to consume some stuff. This is why you must not refuse this money.
I hope to hear back from you, Mike. Remember you will forever be my friend. Good luck for the coming days.
Truly yours,
John (Sandhya Parwani)
Ambar de Andrade
Dear Chiara,
How have you been? I hope well.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. I think I’m truly starting to miss you now. With all that has been going on, my only hope is that you at least receive this letter. New York is amazing, I love it, and it inspires me every day. I am working as a journalist now; I have to write every day. I know, it’s the ideal job for me, I can’t stop writing. The situation that’s been going on is eating my soul. I know you still live with dad but, I really can’t understand how he’s capable of still holding those poor people to work for him. You know I always told you that treating them like that was going to come back at us, and now it truly is coming back to us Chiara. I’m scared for Sally and Pete. I feel useless and frustrated all the time. I miss you guys so much. Pete is in the Union army, which puts me in the most horrible position. I can’t imagine losing him Chiara, what about Sally? She wouldn’t have her Dadda anymore. This is the hardest times of my life, and I feel that it cannot get any worse. Chiara, I know you feel the same way I do about the slaves that dad has in his farm, why don’t you try to put some sense into dads head? If something happens to any of you, my world would blow into pieces. Please do something, or say something! Make dad stop… Is mom handling the situation? I know mom is very nervous, so she must be going crazy. I miss you guys so much…It pains me to think that I can’t come near you guys.
Pete just left to fight in the Gettysburg battle. He’s been sleeping with the soldiers at the army. He tells me the food is horrible and disgusting. I don’t know what kind of weapons he’s using, he refuses to tell me. I’m dying alone in this house of frustration, anger, and pain. The feeling of insecurity on whether my husband is coming back to me is excruciating. I had to wash his uniform yesterday; I wanted to rip the blue evil piece of cloth into a million pieces. Pete told me he thinks that it’s the first time he’s seen so many people together, he says there’s about 94,000 soldiers fighting together with him during this battle. Can you imagine how all those men’s wives and mothers are feeling right now? Just like me: horrible and useless.
Well my dear sister, I love you so much, and I miss you too much. Say hi to mom and dad for me, if dad accepts my greetings anyway. Take care of them Chiara, I love them to death. Don’t forget to take care of yourself; don’t be brave like you always try to be. Hide and make mom and dad hide with you. I hope you write me back.
With all my love,
Ambar.
How have you been? I hope well.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. I think I’m truly starting to miss you now. With all that has been going on, my only hope is that you at least receive this letter. New York is amazing, I love it, and it inspires me every day. I am working as a journalist now; I have to write every day. I know, it’s the ideal job for me, I can’t stop writing. The situation that’s been going on is eating my soul. I know you still live with dad but, I really can’t understand how he’s capable of still holding those poor people to work for him. You know I always told you that treating them like that was going to come back at us, and now it truly is coming back to us Chiara. I’m scared for Sally and Pete. I feel useless and frustrated all the time. I miss you guys so much. Pete is in the Union army, which puts me in the most horrible position. I can’t imagine losing him Chiara, what about Sally? She wouldn’t have her Dadda anymore. This is the hardest times of my life, and I feel that it cannot get any worse. Chiara, I know you feel the same way I do about the slaves that dad has in his farm, why don’t you try to put some sense into dads head? If something happens to any of you, my world would blow into pieces. Please do something, or say something! Make dad stop… Is mom handling the situation? I know mom is very nervous, so she must be going crazy. I miss you guys so much…It pains me to think that I can’t come near you guys.
Pete just left to fight in the Gettysburg battle. He’s been sleeping with the soldiers at the army. He tells me the food is horrible and disgusting. I don’t know what kind of weapons he’s using, he refuses to tell me. I’m dying alone in this house of frustration, anger, and pain. The feeling of insecurity on whether my husband is coming back to me is excruciating. I had to wash his uniform yesterday; I wanted to rip the blue evil piece of cloth into a million pieces. Pete told me he thinks that it’s the first time he’s seen so many people together, he says there’s about 94,000 soldiers fighting together with him during this battle. Can you imagine how all those men’s wives and mothers are feeling right now? Just like me: horrible and useless.
Well my dear sister, I love you so much, and I miss you too much. Say hi to mom and dad for me, if dad accepts my greetings anyway. Take care of them Chiara, I love them to death. Don’t forget to take care of yourself; don’t be brave like you always try to be. Hide and make mom and dad hide with you. I hope you write me back.
With all my love,
Ambar.
Civil War Letter to Jacinta
Dear Jacinta,
I miss you so much. I still can’t believe that it had be this way, you fighting for the South and all. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I’m sorry if I hurt you or any of your new friends back at Antietam. I just had to. General McClellan was yelling at all 90,000 of us to open fire. I guess the major reason we won is because a friend of mine—I swore not to say who—found your side’s fighting strategy. It was a pretty lousy plan to be frank. I’m happy to be alive though, I mean I wasn’t at the front shooting like almost everyone else. No, I was on the side manning the cannons. Gosh, I was there for so long, so long that my blue jacket (which I had cleaned two days before) was nearly gray and black from all the gunpowder. You should’ve seen Stonewall. He was yelling like a madman, running everywhere making sure there were enough cannonballs at each station.
And General Ambrose is just horrible though. He makes us practice in the cold every morning, and he beats people who make the stupidest mistakes. I already have whiplash marks on my back. I guess the only good thing about being a soldier and all is the free food—not that it’s any good. My bacon was good this morning but some of the men have been getting sick from the meat, and the cornmeal isn’t bad, but I do hate those crackers they give us to stuff our bodies with fiber. My bed—we’ll it’s not really a bed, but there are six of us living in one hut and I sleep on a bunch of hay, but at least the tent is big enough to get a little fire going to keep the cold out.
Anyways, I can’t wait to see you Jacinta. It’s been a really long time. I just wish we didn’t have to be on opposite sides. Not that I would fight for the Confederates or anything—I really hate the thought of slavery—but I just wish we didn’t have to fight. I hope to see you soon, not in a fight but for drinks or any good occasion.
Your friend,
Elie Weinstein
I miss you so much. I still can’t believe that it had be this way, you fighting for the South and all. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I’m sorry if I hurt you or any of your new friends back at Antietam. I just had to. General McClellan was yelling at all 90,000 of us to open fire. I guess the major reason we won is because a friend of mine—I swore not to say who—found your side’s fighting strategy. It was a pretty lousy plan to be frank. I’m happy to be alive though, I mean I wasn’t at the front shooting like almost everyone else. No, I was on the side manning the cannons. Gosh, I was there for so long, so long that my blue jacket (which I had cleaned two days before) was nearly gray and black from all the gunpowder. You should’ve seen Stonewall. He was yelling like a madman, running everywhere making sure there were enough cannonballs at each station.
And General Ambrose is just horrible though. He makes us practice in the cold every morning, and he beats people who make the stupidest mistakes. I already have whiplash marks on my back. I guess the only good thing about being a soldier and all is the free food—not that it’s any good. My bacon was good this morning but some of the men have been getting sick from the meat, and the cornmeal isn’t bad, but I do hate those crackers they give us to stuff our bodies with fiber. My bed—we’ll it’s not really a bed, but there are six of us living in one hut and I sleep on a bunch of hay, but at least the tent is big enough to get a little fire going to keep the cold out.
Anyways, I can’t wait to see you Jacinta. It’s been a really long time. I just wish we didn’t have to be on opposite sides. Not that I would fight for the Confederates or anything—I really hate the thought of slavery—but I just wish we didn’t have to fight. I hope to see you soon, not in a fight but for drinks or any good occasion.
Your friend,
Elie Weinstein
Dear friend
Dear Friend,
It has been a few days without seeing you, but don't worry about it, it will soon be over.
In the future you will thanks us for not abolishing slaves.
My Unit isn't really that big, and my General Robert Lee is a son of gun, he is always telling me what to do, clean that, clean this, one of these I will punch him in the face. Anyways let me tell you about my weapons, they are the latest weapons in the South, hahha I feel sorry for you guys. .36 Caliber, and they just smuggled the new Star Revolver (.46 Caliber) from the North.
It don't really like to be a Confederate Soldier, don't get me wrong, we are fighting for the right causes but getting orders from other people is just not my style, you get me.
And the uniform uggh grey? I don't know who the hell decided to put this color, it must has been one of those high ranked general, they just sit in their office and eat great meals while I have to this peace of, well you know. I heard you guys are wearing blue, nice color, I suggested them to use red like our flag but they said no. Oh and we sleep in tents while higher rank sleeps in bunker.
Well I have to go, I'm on patrol duty tonight.
Sincerely,
Jeff
Ganesh Vanvani
It has been a few days without seeing you, but don't worry about it, it will soon be over.
In the future you will thanks us for not abolishing slaves.
My Unit isn't really that big, and my General Robert Lee is a son of gun, he is always telling me what to do, clean that, clean this, one of these I will punch him in the face. Anyways let me tell you about my weapons, they are the latest weapons in the South, hahha I feel sorry for you guys. .36 Caliber, and they just smuggled the new Star Revolver (.46 Caliber) from the North.
It don't really like to be a Confederate Soldier, don't get me wrong, we are fighting for the right causes but getting orders from other people is just not my style, you get me.
And the uniform uggh grey? I don't know who the hell decided to put this color, it must has been one of those high ranked general, they just sit in their office and eat great meals while I have to this peace of, well you know. I heard you guys are wearing blue, nice color, I suggested them to use red like our flag but they said no. Oh and we sleep in tents while higher rank sleeps in bunker.
Well I have to go, I'm on patrol duty tonight.
Sincerely,
Jeff
Ganesh Vanvani
Sippin' Mint Juleps
April 1861
My Dearest Edward,
My darling, my heart aches for you. Edward, darling, I remain here under my parent’s wings waiting for you to come and take me upon your noble steed far away from this dreadful plantation. It’s so damn hard, my dearest momma and my daddy are simply insufferable. They refuse to let me marry without Evelyn getting married first. You remember Evelyn, my sister. Men come in year round and try to win her heart. She’s courted at least 20 this year alone! The stories I could tell you. Some of these men are so boring they make the swaying cotton seem lively. Others have tales that would amaze you and captivate your imagination like nothing else. They speak of new times with new contraptions. Circling the globe, flying, exploring; all fantastic tall tales. Some are so fat they can’t even squeeze through the front door. Poppa and the courter will always have a cool glass of rum, while we women must consent with nectar or water. Momma has a secret though, she likes her rum too much to let the men have all the fun. She and one of the of the slaves, Lucy, soak the pears in the rum every month. Poppa suspects nothing but Momma gets her Rum no matter what. Little Daryll is sick again. He’s such a fragile child. One day he’ll be playing outside running through the crop field, while the next day he’s sick as a dog in bed. It doesn’t look good, but Momma swore me not to tell Poppa, it would just break his old heart.
However, I remain ignorant. The way you speak of women in the North it seems as if they know how to read and learn avidly. We here must listen to what other women know. Men like us ignorant to the truth, little do they know that we learn best through their ignorance. The slaves act as the best method of communication. Momma has some that she trusts and respects impeccably. They are not just slaves but companions, confidantes. There are some slaves that have been here long before I was even born. My governess (wet nurse) is still here and helps me with everything in my life. She is my closest friend. She acts as a sister and a mother. A protector and a consoler.
I still remember you coming for the first time to visit me at my Poppa’s plantation. You’re mouth just dropped open. You were so amazed by every little thing, but that’s just living in the South. A big ol’ room for everyone in the family and of course slaves aiding us whenever we may need it. Do you remember the kitchen? Part of it burned down. We’re not entirely sure how it happened, Poppa blamed it on a slave, Momma says it was a careless mistake.
The house slaves are always the kindest though, it’s a fact generally accepted here. The cotton has grown high this year. There all ready to be picked, Daddy's excited, he’s said we’ve never had such a good harvest. I remember watching all those men and women working in the field for months constantly watering and turning up the soil, planting the seeds, and finally picking those cotton balls. I’ve always remember that lingering smell that remains when all that cotton balls have been from the plant.
People down here speak of rebellion and revolution. We hear rumors of disloyalty and people cry with outrage of the awful injustices of the North and how they impede on our rights to govern our selves. Many a man would assume that it is our duty as women of the household to present the man with the dignity that he deserves. They are wrong, we have many more useful functions. Primarily, those needed for espionage. We know about the stories that take place many times before the men in our household here of them. I know I am not a soldier, but I have heard many things. People down here aren’t happy with the the President in the North, Lincoln. Times have been tense ever since he was elected. My dear friend Aurora heard the strangest news. On the afternoon of 10th of April. General Beauregard, A confederate commander, began demanding the surrender of the Union at an old Fort in the harbor. The General would have nothing of this. “He was imposing on our sovereignty” as Poppa put it. The General, General Andersen, at the Fort refused to surrender. He and his Blue uniformed Union troops refused to surrender to the Grey clothed Confederates. We down south will never take ‘no’ for an answers and we fought back like there was no tomorrow. The Confederate soldiers, around 500 of them opened fired on Fort Sumters on April 13. The Union Soldiers came rushing out on the 14th, there weren't that many of them, only around 80. Not many people died, except for about four, who were killed by there own careless mistakes. This was a huge step up for the Confederacy, our views and rights are finally being protected. There are a few people that disagree with the actions that took place those days. It is a commonly accepted truth that the rights of the state should not interfere with those of the federal government. Should its converse not be as equally acknowledged. The town is in riot.
I’m scared, my love I don’t know what to think anymore. The time for sippin’ Mint Julep’s is long over. My darling I am paralyzed with fear. There’s a storm a brewing among our people and we lie in the middle of it all. I will always remain waiting for you.
Yours Forever,
Della
Deveraux
Stephan Capriles
Battle of Gettysburg
The confederacy is doing very well under the commands of Robert E. Lee. They are leading our unit of about 71,699 strong. In total we have had 23,231 casualties in total (4,708 killed 12,693 wounded 5,830 captured/missing). We are using some very efficient and dangerous weapons, including; railroad artillery, land mines, ironclad ships, and new battle muskets. I hope that you can come up with ways to compete with our superior weaponry. Just to give you a heads up for when we meet in battle, we are the ones wearing Linen battle shirts with black silk trimmings. Just so you know what to look for when you are looking for us.
We have some good food at our base, it often consisting of meat, coffee, sugar and hardtack - a type of dried biscuit. The meat is often salted or dried so it would last a bit longer. Fruits and vegetables are rarities on the battlefield, but we can come without them. Real men only eat red meat and biscuits. Because the soldiers were often in the field, they needed to carry food with them. That’s why we give them a special bag; called a haversack, which is made of canvas with an inner cloth bag that could be washed to get food debris cleaned out once in a while. But even with this amazing design, the bags are often quite contaminated and foul smelling, but who cares.
Cleanliness is typically not high on the Civil War soldiers’ priority list, and that is what real men believe. We are not like the union soldiers that you command, we are not sissy girls running around in skirts, we are men. Here on the confederate side of the battlefield we sleep on rugs and homemade pillows and sometimes even the ground. Our soldier is a young man in his early 20s, unshaven, unkempt, gaunt, but tough from months of difficult living.
Our soldiers carry a flint-lock rifle or a musket, also known as Confederate Spring fields. He kept his ammunition in a cartridge box attached to the right of his belt. He also carried a small rolled-up blanket, a haversack, a cloth-covered canteen, a tin cup, and a small frying pan. As the war went on, more and more Rebels carried Enfield rifles which they had taken from dead Union soldiers. Once a Confederate had acquired such a rifle, he would wear its bayonet in a scabbard attached to the right of his belt.
I don’t agree and disagree with the cause of this war since it was never planned. It occurred simply by circumstance. The only reason id don’t agree with it is because it took many lives that did not have to be taken. Our two sides were just very violent. We would destroy any part of our enemy, if it were a woman, or a dog, we would kill anything that bellowed to the opposing side.
I would not want to change sides though; I would never want to fight for the union. They are fighting for the freedom of the slaves, but if the slaves get freedom, they are still not entirely free. They can earn money but they also have to pay rent and pay for their own food. They are also living the same lives they were living when they were slaves since they cannot get a better job. They cannot get a better job since most of them are illiterate and don’t know anything else besides the job they did when they were a slave. I want them to be free but if they are given their freedom they won’t have such an “upgrade” in their living conditions. Mr. Gaurav I would like to hear from you soon, but until we meet again,
My best,
Robbert van Doorn
We have some good food at our base, it often consisting of meat, coffee, sugar and hardtack - a type of dried biscuit. The meat is often salted or dried so it would last a bit longer. Fruits and vegetables are rarities on the battlefield, but we can come without them. Real men only eat red meat and biscuits. Because the soldiers were often in the field, they needed to carry food with them. That’s why we give them a special bag; called a haversack, which is made of canvas with an inner cloth bag that could be washed to get food debris cleaned out once in a while. But even with this amazing design, the bags are often quite contaminated and foul smelling, but who cares.
Cleanliness is typically not high on the Civil War soldiers’ priority list, and that is what real men believe. We are not like the union soldiers that you command, we are not sissy girls running around in skirts, we are men. Here on the confederate side of the battlefield we sleep on rugs and homemade pillows and sometimes even the ground. Our soldier is a young man in his early 20s, unshaven, unkempt, gaunt, but tough from months of difficult living.
Our soldiers carry a flint-lock rifle or a musket, also known as Confederate Spring fields. He kept his ammunition in a cartridge box attached to the right of his belt. He also carried a small rolled-up blanket, a haversack, a cloth-covered canteen, a tin cup, and a small frying pan. As the war went on, more and more Rebels carried Enfield rifles which they had taken from dead Union soldiers. Once a Confederate had acquired such a rifle, he would wear its bayonet in a scabbard attached to the right of his belt.
I don’t agree and disagree with the cause of this war since it was never planned. It occurred simply by circumstance. The only reason id don’t agree with it is because it took many lives that did not have to be taken. Our two sides were just very violent. We would destroy any part of our enemy, if it were a woman, or a dog, we would kill anything that bellowed to the opposing side.
I would not want to change sides though; I would never want to fight for the union. They are fighting for the freedom of the slaves, but if the slaves get freedom, they are still not entirely free. They can earn money but they also have to pay rent and pay for their own food. They are also living the same lives they were living when they were slaves since they cannot get a better job. They cannot get a better job since most of them are illiterate and don’t know anything else besides the job they did when they were a slave. I want them to be free but if they are given their freedom they won’t have such an “upgrade” in their living conditions. Mr. Gaurav I would like to hear from you soon, but until we meet again,
My best,
Robbert van Doorn
My letter
hello,
Hey Mr.kinzer I'm hear in curacao(ISC) , doing one of the hardest work I ever did which is fight to make my class as one class.
I don't have so much weapon only I have is my voice and god and my weak is my skin color. I have one goal with this war, I just would like to teach my class that we have to raise and fall as one! class. You know my buddy kinzer when I start this I thought was something easy but it isn't but I won't give up but now I don't see so much changes but I'm sure that I will win this war.
I know that you are e very systematic guy and I'm pretty sure that you would like to ask me what is my strategic to win this. Well buddy my strategic is one of the simplest one you know, I just will tell them that they just have to remember that there's is a place in their heart and can I know that it is LOVE, so I just want them to use IT!.
So what Your friend want's to eliminate is the individualism in my class and also the small groups in class so I just want one class!.I also would like to stop people to say things about people when they aren't in their presence.
But I have to and continue with my job(war) nothing is for real but all is possible if god is on my side....
Hey Mr.kinzer I'm hear in curacao(ISC) , doing one of the hardest work I ever did which is fight to make my class as one class.
I don't have so much weapon only I have is my voice and god and my weak is my skin color. I have one goal with this war, I just would like to teach my class that we have to raise and fall as one! class. You know my buddy kinzer when I start this I thought was something easy but it isn't but I won't give up but now I don't see so much changes but I'm sure that I will win this war.
I know that you are e very systematic guy and I'm pretty sure that you would like to ask me what is my strategic to win this. Well buddy my strategic is one of the simplest one you know, I just will tell them that they just have to remember that there's is a place in their heart and can I know that it is LOVE, so I just want them to use IT!.
So what Your friend want's to eliminate is the individualism in my class and also the small groups in class so I just want one class!.I also would like to stop people to say things about people when they aren't in their presence.
But I have to and continue with my job(war) nothing is for real but all is possible if god is on my side....
Battle of Gettysburg
Dear Robbert,
How was everything been old buddy?
Which wars have you fought so far?
I have been asked to fight for the union, which consist of around 93,000soldiers. We are armed quite well. We have cannons, rifles, muskets and swords. The general that is leading the army is called George G. Meade. To be a union soldier is feels pretty good. Mainly because all my comrades are very unites with each other and most of us tend get along with each other. I have to wear navy and gray suites, and a cap. But the worst thing then fighting the war is the food. It tastes horrible. I have to eat hardtack and meat. The only two meats we get are salted pork, which just is way too salty, and beef that takes forever to digest because it just so rotten and hard.
Even though I am fighting for the union, deep in my heart, I really don’t agree about the cause of the battle, because in the end if the black people get their freedom. They were be completely clueless about what they should do with their freedom, because most of them are illiterate, and all their life they just picked up cotton. So in the end the majority of them will just keep on picking cotton but except they have to pay rent and pay for their food. So the land owners would give them money, but the black people would have to give it back, to pay for shelter and food.
My best,
Gaurav Ganwani
How was everything been old buddy?
Which wars have you fought so far?
I have been asked to fight for the union, which consist of around 93,000soldiers. We are armed quite well. We have cannons, rifles, muskets and swords. The general that is leading the army is called George G. Meade. To be a union soldier is feels pretty good. Mainly because all my comrades are very unites with each other and most of us tend get along with each other. I have to wear navy and gray suites, and a cap. But the worst thing then fighting the war is the food. It tastes horrible. I have to eat hardtack and meat. The only two meats we get are salted pork, which just is way too salty, and beef that takes forever to digest because it just so rotten and hard.
Even though I am fighting for the union, deep in my heart, I really don’t agree about the cause of the battle, because in the end if the black people get their freedom. They were be completely clueless about what they should do with their freedom, because most of them are illiterate, and all their life they just picked up cotton. So in the end the majority of them will just keep on picking cotton but except they have to pay rent and pay for their food. So the land owners would give them money, but the black people would have to give it back, to pay for shelter and food.
My best,
Gaurav Ganwani
Life Has Changed after This
Dear Michael,
July 1, 1863
The union unit consists of 94,589 troops strong, were heading towards Pennsylvania I don’t know exactly where we are heading. Our union commander is George Meade, I am confident that he will lead us to victory I will be looking for you. Make sure you do the same friend; we are armed with the standardized Colts, and Hawken Rifles. Our living conditions were poor we had to all sleep in tents that could barely stand up against the winds. I feel like I’m fighting for our freedom I hope to succeed in this battle coming ahead of us. Maybe I will be able to set you free one day. We are wearing gray and blue uniforms, we ate hardtack for a while it tasted terrible so I usually gave it to my other comrades. I think what I’m doing for you is greatly appreciated by many of the southern citizens. I would not want to change sides because we are fighting for freedom to the people of the United States of America.
From
Dhiren
July 1, 1863
The union unit consists of 94,589 troops strong, were heading towards Pennsylvania I don’t know exactly where we are heading. Our union commander is George Meade, I am confident that he will lead us to victory I will be looking for you. Make sure you do the same friend; we are armed with the standardized Colts, and Hawken Rifles. Our living conditions were poor we had to all sleep in tents that could barely stand up against the winds. I feel like I’m fighting for our freedom I hope to succeed in this battle coming ahead of us. Maybe I will be able to set you free one day. We are wearing gray and blue uniforms, we ate hardtack for a while it tasted terrible so I usually gave it to my other comrades. I think what I’m doing for you is greatly appreciated by many of the southern citizens. I would not want to change sides because we are fighting for freedom to the people of the United States of America.
From
Dhiren
American Civil War Letter - The First Bull Run
July 25, 1861
Dear Friend,
I have been asked to fight on the confederate side of the state. Sadly enough, we’re not on the same sides so I guess that that means we won’t be hanging out for that time. Our army has about 500,000 to 2,000,000 men fighting in this war. We use all kinds of weapons. The officials and Generals usually walk around with their swords. We have our guns and canons. The officials are: President Jefferson Davis, General Samuel Cooper, and General Robert E. Lee.
As a confederate, I have to fight with African-American slaves. As soldiers, we wear this blue-gray suit that has some yellow on it as well. We all wear this cap and the officials wear their fancy hats. I also have to wear boots. As you know, getting the soldiers fed is the responsibility of the Commissary Department. I’ve been eating a lot of Jonnie Cake and I try to eat fruits and nuts. Until now, I sleep ok. It’s not the best. I sleep in this little dorm together with eight other soldiers. I’ve heard that in the winter months it will be horrible. Apparently people loose their fingers and toes.
I hate the fact that we have to fight a war. I don’t get why we can’t just be UNITED. I do however agree that the Union state shouldn’t try to rule us. I mean, it’s not fair that we have to pay so many taxes on so many products that we don’t even want anyways. If I could choose, I would choose to end the war right now.
Your friend,
Stephanie v. R.
10b
Dear Friend,
I have been asked to fight on the confederate side of the state. Sadly enough, we’re not on the same sides so I guess that that means we won’t be hanging out for that time. Our army has about 500,000 to 2,000,000 men fighting in this war. We use all kinds of weapons. The officials and Generals usually walk around with their swords. We have our guns and canons. The officials are: President Jefferson Davis, General Samuel Cooper, and General Robert E. Lee.
As a confederate, I have to fight with African-American slaves. As soldiers, we wear this blue-gray suit that has some yellow on it as well. We all wear this cap and the officials wear their fancy hats. I also have to wear boots. As you know, getting the soldiers fed is the responsibility of the Commissary Department. I’ve been eating a lot of Jonnie Cake and I try to eat fruits and nuts. Until now, I sleep ok. It’s not the best. I sleep in this little dorm together with eight other soldiers. I’ve heard that in the winter months it will be horrible. Apparently people loose their fingers and toes.
I hate the fact that we have to fight a war. I don’t get why we can’t just be UNITED. I do however agree that the Union state shouldn’t try to rule us. I mean, it’s not fair that we have to pay so many taxes on so many products that we don’t even want anyways. If I could choose, I would choose to end the war right now.
Your friend,
Stephanie v. R.
10b
Chattanooga- Civil War
Gooday Mikey,
How do you do? How is it going where you are fighting? Man our unit is huge. We have about 40,000 troops. 20,000 just left to Virginia, and 20,000 more are coming from Mississippi. I kinda hate that word Mississippi. We used land mines, railroad artillery to fight in the wars or combats. Man our commander has a cool name but he isn’t as cool as I taught. His name is Commander William S. Rosecrans.
It feels horrible being on the Confederate side, because no cares about no one here. At least the union soldiers stick together like a family, unlike us, man no one cares for no one here. You are on your own. We wore grey uniforms. It looked like we just got out of jail and join the Jailors army. You should have seen us man, we looked like prisoners.
We ate bread and cheese. If you were on the highest post, you get really good food such as chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, etc. Man, I am getting hungry. If you were just a soldier, like me, then we only got bread and cheese. We slept outside, underneath the tree. It was so cold during the night, and we didn’t even have proper blankets to sleep. Hell man, some people used there grey coats as jackets to sleep.
I agree about the cause of the battle that I was fighting for. I believe that we are confederates, hell we don’t care for each other, we want what we want, and we took it, Chickamauga, and Lookout Mountain. After Sherman’s men and Hooker’s army took over, we barged in and took it from them. I would definitely change sides, because at least the Union army takes care of each other as a family and doesn’t leave a man behind.
From Amrit
How do you do? How is it going where you are fighting? Man our unit is huge. We have about 40,000 troops. 20,000 just left to Virginia, and 20,000 more are coming from Mississippi. I kinda hate that word Mississippi. We used land mines, railroad artillery to fight in the wars or combats. Man our commander has a cool name but he isn’t as cool as I taught. His name is Commander William S. Rosecrans.
It feels horrible being on the Confederate side, because no cares about no one here. At least the union soldiers stick together like a family, unlike us, man no one cares for no one here. You are on your own. We wore grey uniforms. It looked like we just got out of jail and join the Jailors army. You should have seen us man, we looked like prisoners.
We ate bread and cheese. If you were on the highest post, you get really good food such as chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, etc. Man, I am getting hungry. If you were just a soldier, like me, then we only got bread and cheese. We slept outside, underneath the tree. It was so cold during the night, and we didn’t even have proper blankets to sleep. Hell man, some people used there grey coats as jackets to sleep.
I agree about the cause of the battle that I was fighting for. I believe that we are confederates, hell we don’t care for each other, we want what we want, and we took it, Chickamauga, and Lookout Mountain. After Sherman’s men and Hooker’s army took over, we barged in and took it from them. I would definitely change sides, because at least the Union army takes care of each other as a family and doesn’t leave a man behind.
From Amrit
My Dearest Della by Shira Hebel
My Dearest Della, (Stephan)
It has been a year since I last saw you. I still remember the beautiful summer we spent at your parents’ farm. I remember you running around and giggling. Every time that I miss you I think back to that summer and how happy we were. New York was treating me very well. I wish I could have stayed with you my love, but I had no choice but to go back and take care of my business. As you know what is going in our country is very unfortunate. I, along with my two brothers was called to fight for the Union. Darling, I wish I could have said no but in times like these we all have to stay united and strong and fight for our believes. I hope though that even though we are on opposite sides you still love me and you haven't changed your mind about marrying me. When I heard that South Carolina has decided to leave the Union I knew that I would once be closer to you. Unfortunately for a very unfortunate reason. As you know I as all citizens of this country wish we could have solved all our problems by just talking and negotiating. It seems though that this conflict won’t be solved easily. As you know we are now in the beginning of what seems to be a war, a war between two sides. Two sides that are exactly the same but yet so different. Daring, I wish we could have been both on the same side but I know what your father thinks of president Lincoln. Yesterday as my brother and I were about to go to bed he whispered to me “ED, the war has began.” I jsut nodded agreeing with him. A few hours later we learnt that he was completely right. We saw no one as we marched out of Fort Moultrie just after sunset on December 26, 1860, and made our way through the tiny town of Moultrie Ville, to the sea wall where our bobbing boats were moored. We sure knew it was only a matter of time before South Carolina asserted its claim to Fort Moultrie and the other forts guarding the approaches to Charleston Harbor. The decision to abandon Fort Moultrie and withdraw its garrison to the more defensible Fort Sumter had not been an easy one for the fort’s commander, Major Robert Anderson. Although he was a Kentuckian he was supporting our great Union and had taken command of Fort Moultrie only a month ago. Our arrival to the Fort certainly took the occupants of the fort by surprise. The civilian workmen at Fort Sumter were just settling down for the evening when we appeared at their door. It seemed that we were much more organized then the other side. We wasted no time securing our hold on the fort. There was no doubt that there were many people loyal to the fort working there but it was our job to get them away from there. We gave no parleying, no explaining; nothing but stern commands, silent astonishment, and prompt obedience. We on the other hand, were well-protected in the fort. The only problem we face was that we could only hold out as long as our supplies lasted. We had one month’s supply of hospital stores and about four months’ supply of provisions. If we were to hold the fort for long against the Southerners, we would soon have to receive supplies and reinforcements. Just as we thought we could keep the fort under peace we were attacked. For once in my life I was really scared. I am also very tired and very hungry. According to my brothers I have lost a lot of pounds. What keeps me in line is you. Della my love I still have the dream of marrying you. When this war is all over you and I are going to get married in a field of flower like we always wanted to.
Love,
Edward (Shira)
It has been a year since I last saw you. I still remember the beautiful summer we spent at your parents’ farm. I remember you running around and giggling. Every time that I miss you I think back to that summer and how happy we were. New York was treating me very well. I wish I could have stayed with you my love, but I had no choice but to go back and take care of my business. As you know what is going in our country is very unfortunate. I, along with my two brothers was called to fight for the Union. Darling, I wish I could have said no but in times like these we all have to stay united and strong and fight for our believes. I hope though that even though we are on opposite sides you still love me and you haven't changed your mind about marrying me. When I heard that South Carolina has decided to leave the Union I knew that I would once be closer to you. Unfortunately for a very unfortunate reason. As you know I as all citizens of this country wish we could have solved all our problems by just talking and negotiating. It seems though that this conflict won’t be solved easily. As you know we are now in the beginning of what seems to be a war, a war between two sides. Two sides that are exactly the same but yet so different. Daring, I wish we could have been both on the same side but I know what your father thinks of president Lincoln. Yesterday as my brother and I were about to go to bed he whispered to me “ED, the war has began.” I jsut nodded agreeing with him. A few hours later we learnt that he was completely right. We saw no one as we marched out of Fort Moultrie just after sunset on December 26, 1860, and made our way through the tiny town of Moultrie Ville, to the sea wall where our bobbing boats were moored. We sure knew it was only a matter of time before South Carolina asserted its claim to Fort Moultrie and the other forts guarding the approaches to Charleston Harbor. The decision to abandon Fort Moultrie and withdraw its garrison to the more defensible Fort Sumter had not been an easy one for the fort’s commander, Major Robert Anderson. Although he was a Kentuckian he was supporting our great Union and had taken command of Fort Moultrie only a month ago. Our arrival to the Fort certainly took the occupants of the fort by surprise. The civilian workmen at Fort Sumter were just settling down for the evening when we appeared at their door. It seemed that we were much more organized then the other side. We wasted no time securing our hold on the fort. There was no doubt that there were many people loyal to the fort working there but it was our job to get them away from there. We gave no parleying, no explaining; nothing but stern commands, silent astonishment, and prompt obedience. We on the other hand, were well-protected in the fort. The only problem we face was that we could only hold out as long as our supplies lasted. We had one month’s supply of hospital stores and about four months’ supply of provisions. If we were to hold the fort for long against the Southerners, we would soon have to receive supplies and reinforcements. Just as we thought we could keep the fort under peace we were attacked. For once in my life I was really scared. I am also very tired and very hungry. According to my brothers I have lost a lot of pounds. What keeps me in line is you. Della my love I still have the dream of marrying you. When this war is all over you and I are going to get married in a field of flower like we always wanted to.
Love,
Edward (Shira)
September 17, 1862
Dear Friend,
I miss talking to you, walking to your street with out the war around us. How`s your life as a confederate? Here in this world of freedom, and power we feel that the cause to this battle was worthless. Why did you attack? It was just to look for more trouble! As my dear friend you should know the North is right, we want a free, strong nation, including the abolition of slavery, even if you guys don’t believe it, they are humans.
Due to the fact that the South attacked, we were called from our homes in emergency. Our General George B. McClellan was the master mind behind the battle, though he had some problems with President Lincoln, in my opinion it’s never a good sign to be in the wrong side of the president.
Till now dear friend, I’ve been very objective with you telling you how the facts of the war affect us, but, there is more to tell. I`ve been passing trough a mental trouble, I can`t sleep, yesterday we slept in the camp, if you can call that a camp. Right now I’m writing from my battle position, which I’m guessing is where I’m going to be spending the night. In my dreams the few moments I have of those, I hear the gun shots of our Percussion Muskets, and the Parrot Rifle Muzzleloader. Since I’m new, I came to know the name of these weapons here. Then the food, we live from the land, we eat what we find. Most of us are sick because we don’t eat cooked food. Did I mention I live with around 346 men, and that’s just our unit! It’s sad so many lives are threatened on a daily basis. My uniform, which is supposed to be dark blue, is stained with red of blood, of my opponent. I hope we never encounter ourselves in the battlefield, because sadly I represent my Union till death.
Hope this war ends fast, please keep in contact,
Adriana Baiz
Dear friend,
First of all I’m not your enemy, and I really hope that you don’t change your point of view about me. I swear to you, that this is not my fault and I wish that we could solve it in another way, without having to confront our families, since I consider you part of my family, I’m sure that we are not the only ones with this problem. It breaks my heart to see so much people fighting with the ones they love when most of us are not guilty for this battle that the politicians initiated.
I understand that you live in the North where most of the people are struggling from this battles that keep killing more and more people especially the one that we just went through. But you should also know that here in the South is not easy either. Yes, we have slavery. I know that this is bad, forcing people to work in these industries, but is not my fault that we live that way; I didn’t choose to live in the South. As you can see, our issues is that if we abolish the slavery which helps us run factories like the cotton factory and agriculture that are the most important fundamentals for our strong and healthy country. The slavery of this part of the country is a production factor, yes they are human being and I think that through other methods we can be able to use this people as contractors an not as slaves, but this is not the only reason of this war, there’s also other reasons like the politicians that want to get more money want to get more power and many more. If we discuss about reasons it doesn’t make any sense and it would be an endless discussion since we both have good reason that comes with our situation.
Robert E. Lee is our general and we have to use these horrible uniforms that we have to wear are gray and very uncomfortable, not only our food is not healthy, but we get corn from the ground that is not even ready to be eaten. I have been feeling really bad, I decided not to eat those things because some people just eat what they find but I don’t know if I can handle doing that since my stomach hurts all the time. I can also see my own bones sticking out under my skin, that’s how skinny I am. Is not only the union that is suffering in this battle but the confederates are also, you have no idea how many people are here just fighting for the south since we are under Robert E. Lee’s control.
I really didn’t know the names of the guns, I just know that they keep making me crazy everyday I don’t know how we can live like this . I feel weaker and weaker everyday, I don’t have control of what I do or what I’m going to do. I just know that every single moment I see someone die in this battle, I think of him or her that it was a friend for someone, a son or a daughter, or someone’s love. We are all equal anyways, we came from the same country.
I just want to tell you to keep on being strong and everything would be alright.
Yours truly, Ana Chapela
Dear Friend,
I miss talking to you, walking to your street with out the war around us. How`s your life as a confederate? Here in this world of freedom, and power we feel that the cause to this battle was worthless. Why did you attack? It was just to look for more trouble! As my dear friend you should know the North is right, we want a free, strong nation, including the abolition of slavery, even if you guys don’t believe it, they are humans.
Due to the fact that the South attacked, we were called from our homes in emergency. Our General George B. McClellan was the master mind behind the battle, though he had some problems with President Lincoln, in my opinion it’s never a good sign to be in the wrong side of the president.
Till now dear friend, I’ve been very objective with you telling you how the facts of the war affect us, but, there is more to tell. I`ve been passing trough a mental trouble, I can`t sleep, yesterday we slept in the camp, if you can call that a camp. Right now I’m writing from my battle position, which I’m guessing is where I’m going to be spending the night. In my dreams the few moments I have of those, I hear the gun shots of our Percussion Muskets, and the Parrot Rifle Muzzleloader. Since I’m new, I came to know the name of these weapons here. Then the food, we live from the land, we eat what we find. Most of us are sick because we don’t eat cooked food. Did I mention I live with around 346 men, and that’s just our unit! It’s sad so many lives are threatened on a daily basis. My uniform, which is supposed to be dark blue, is stained with red of blood, of my opponent. I hope we never encounter ourselves in the battlefield, because sadly I represent my Union till death.
Hope this war ends fast, please keep in contact,
Adriana Baiz
Dear friend,
First of all I’m not your enemy, and I really hope that you don’t change your point of view about me. I swear to you, that this is not my fault and I wish that we could solve it in another way, without having to confront our families, since I consider you part of my family, I’m sure that we are not the only ones with this problem. It breaks my heart to see so much people fighting with the ones they love when most of us are not guilty for this battle that the politicians initiated.
I understand that you live in the North where most of the people are struggling from this battles that keep killing more and more people especially the one that we just went through. But you should also know that here in the South is not easy either. Yes, we have slavery. I know that this is bad, forcing people to work in these industries, but is not my fault that we live that way; I didn’t choose to live in the South. As you can see, our issues is that if we abolish the slavery which helps us run factories like the cotton factory and agriculture that are the most important fundamentals for our strong and healthy country. The slavery of this part of the country is a production factor, yes they are human being and I think that through other methods we can be able to use this people as contractors an not as slaves, but this is not the only reason of this war, there’s also other reasons like the politicians that want to get more money want to get more power and many more. If we discuss about reasons it doesn’t make any sense and it would be an endless discussion since we both have good reason that comes with our situation.
Robert E. Lee is our general and we have to use these horrible uniforms that we have to wear are gray and very uncomfortable, not only our food is not healthy, but we get corn from the ground that is not even ready to be eaten. I have been feeling really bad, I decided not to eat those things because some people just eat what they find but I don’t know if I can handle doing that since my stomach hurts all the time. I can also see my own bones sticking out under my skin, that’s how skinny I am. Is not only the union that is suffering in this battle but the confederates are also, you have no idea how many people are here just fighting for the south since we are under Robert E. Lee’s control.
I really didn’t know the names of the guns, I just know that they keep making me crazy everyday I don’t know how we can live like this . I feel weaker and weaker everyday, I don’t have control of what I do or what I’m going to do. I just know that every single moment I see someone die in this battle, I think of him or her that it was a friend for someone, a son or a daughter, or someone’s love. We are all equal anyways, we came from the same country.
I just want to tell you to keep on being strong and everything would be alright.
Yours truly, Ana Chapela
Dear:Mother
July20,1862
July20,1862
I fought the Shiloh war on April 6/7, 186 as a Union soldiers to free and to support the black, it was one of the worst things I’ve been trough, physical and emotionally. I went through allot of pain and most nights I couldn't even sleep. I guess it was worthed because I could even stand how bad the southern people where treating the black. We pulled a surprise attack on Gen Ulysses S. grant’s unprepared troops at Shiloh on the
Jordy bosnie
Angelica
Dear friend,
How are you doing, how are you feeling, and how are you dealing with the fact that we will have to fight eachother in some days? Its the first battle my friend, and Im joining the side of the Union. The Battle of Gettysburg...Are you ready?
My father has just left the house, he does not agree with my side of choice, he went down south, he will problably be fighting me too...
My main commander, he told us to have no fear, he told us he will be fighting the battle beside us. I know its not true, comander George Meade is a skinny, measly man. I have a special job, I have to take care of his horse, Old Baldy. The conditions here are of low quality, I dont blame them, they need to feed around 94,000 of us Blue's. We call ourselves that becouse our uniforms are blue. Dark blue. We look like an ocean when we are asked to report in the morning. What color is your uniform, will I be able to see you from a distance, my friend?
I really dont want to hurt you, I dont mind that your on the other side of the battle, but I believe that I'm fighting for the right cause, dont you think letting us be equal is right? Dont you think letting the black folks free, right?
...Are you really this evil in your mind?
I will never change to your side dear friend, But I will always take you in, and take care of you, so please my friend, change your mind. Lets take on this battle together.
Goodbye
How are you doing, how are you feeling, and how are you dealing with the fact that we will have to fight eachother in some days? Its the first battle my friend, and Im joining the side of the Union. The Battle of Gettysburg...Are you ready?
My father has just left the house, he does not agree with my side of choice, he went down south, he will problably be fighting me too...
My main commander, he told us to have no fear, he told us he will be fighting the battle beside us. I know its not true, comander George Meade is a skinny, measly man. I have a special job, I have to take care of his horse, Old Baldy. The conditions here are of low quality, I dont blame them, they need to feed around 94,000 of us Blue's. We call ourselves that becouse our uniforms are blue. Dark blue. We look like an ocean when we are asked to report in the morning. What color is your uniform, will I be able to see you from a distance, my friend?
I really dont want to hurt you, I dont mind that your on the other side of the battle, but I believe that I'm fighting for the right cause, dont you think letting us be equal is right? Dont you think letting the black folks free, right?
...Are you really this evil in your mind?
I will never change to your side dear friend, But I will always take you in, and take care of you, so please my friend, change your mind. Lets take on this battle together.
Goodbye
Monday, November 23, 2009
April 5th, 1862 [Night before Shiloh Battle]
Dear Kelly,
As promised I’m writing you this letter. It’s hard to believe that they’ve separated us, from our homes to the battlefield, on opposing teams. I’m not sure which is worse. It’s been two days since I’ve been placed into the Army of the Mississippi; strangely enough I’ve only had one night of no sleep. Of course, knowing me I got up from my spot and walked around, I even counted all of my fellow army members. It was a long walk but in the end I ended up counting around 44,968 people, including myself. Big army huh? I bet my army is bigger than yours too.
Anyways, enough about that, today I was honoured to meet the two greatest leaders of all time. They share my views regarding the treatment given by the Northerners concerning the taxes. They also completely agreed with me when I told them that we should keep slavery around. Funnily enough we even talked politics, every time I talked to you about politics you called me stupid for saying it wasn’t fair on us Southerners, looks like I WAS right. Oh yeah, I bet you’re wondering what the names of my ah-mazing leaders are. Well their names are: General Albert Sidney Johnston and General P.G.T Beauregard. They also gave me a Colt Navy Model 1861 and a Starr Revolver (.44 Calibre), amazing pistols. But you can’t tell anyone about the Starr Revolver, apparently those are smuggled into the Confederate side, I trust you! OH OH OH. Also, apart from those two pistols, they gave me a M1860 Spencer Repeating Carbine, it’s a 7 shot rim fire that loaded by magazine.
As I’ve told you, I could not sleep the first night what-so-ever. Either I miss home or it’s just not the same. Our uniforms are grey, which my mum had to make at home for me before I left; I hope it’ll keep me warm enough. No one in the army has shoes, nor do I, so I don’t feel left out, but my feet hurt a lot, and it might get cold and everything... oh my goodness. Our food isn’t exactly luxurious, it’s pretty small but I suppose it’s doable. I just hope that being a Confederate soldier will toughen me up, it’ll toughen me up more then you with your little luxurious dinners with the Union soldiers.
You might not agree with me here, but boy oh boy, I do really think that the Union states are stupid for not just agreeing with us Confederates. Just because they think that they can take over in the politics, and tax us, and then take away our slaves, doesn’t mean that we’re going to agree with them just because they say so. Who do they think they are? I would NOT what-so-ever want to fight on different sides. You little spoiled Union soldiers, just watch out, we’re going to fight for what we deserve.
Those black people aren't even worth the money that we pay for at the markets, and then you guys are saying that they are humans too? Get real, we're the only humans out there. Whatever, right now I'm just too angry and upset to get my feelings together. Besides, the camp is getting pretty restless, apperntly there is some surprise attack supposed to be coming up tomorrow
Lots of love and I hope to see you alive and well soon!
Sara
Aka the South Rebel.
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