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Wednesday, May 9

April 24, 1865. It has been 7 days since the CIvil War ended, and Pvt. Freeman is on his way to meet his mother at the train station. I can't beleive I'm alive. I just can't beleive it. When so many others died, why am I still alive? Is it my fate? Even so, the Civil War still haunts me. It never stops following me. It's in my dreams, in my head, in my ears... I just can't escape it! How much agony can a man go through before he breaks? I may already be broken. It wasn't long after my first fit of violence that I had another one. I killed a boy among some confederates this time. He was lurking behind the bushes and he startled me. I thought he was a rebel. I didn't think to look before I shot. I just did what had been ingrained into my memory. After I shot that musket, everyone I looked at was a confederate. They all had their eyes fixated on me, and I couldn't let them attack me. So I shot and shot till a Union sargeant came and had me sedated. That's the last I know. They later told me it had been all civilians, but they don't know what I saw. I would never shoot at civilians in my right mind. I know what I shot at. Ever since then, the boys in my regiment keep giving me looks as if I'll explode at any minute. I'm on my way to see Mama. I'm so excited. I haven't seen her in four years! I can't wait to hug my lovely, adoring, kind mother who begged me not to go to war. I think I'll sotop by somewhere and get her flowers. Or maybe I'll take her to dinner... June 17, 1865. I can't think anymore. My mind is clouded with thoughts and screams and cries for help. I see images of men, blood soaked and wounded, begging for someone to help them or stop their pain. I can't do this anymore. My mind has become so dark and fearful that I scare myself. Mama cried because of me. I almost stabbed her when she came in my room at night to wake me because she was sick. I jumped and could've killed her. I dream every time I manage too sleep. awful dreams that no person should ever have to see. I jump at loud sounds. I can't sleep sometimes. I can't eat sometimes. I can't think, I can't smile, I can't laugh, I can't be with my Mama and I can't live. I reach to the pistol my Mama bought me as a gift and close my eyes before I pull the trigger.

Tuesday, May 8

Appomattox Court House

Blog #5: Confederation

Due to the tragic, and slightly unfair, (*cough cough rigged dice*) events of earlier today, I decided to look further into what might’ve happened if the Confederacy had been able to nearly evade the Union at Gettysburg and make a beeline to Washington, D.C.…

I have 2 hours.

Most likely less.

The president called a surrender before any real damage could be done to Washington. During the siege of D.C., what is now being called Lincoln’s Last Stand, the Capitol was in chaos. The Confederates, who had just slipped away from a near-turning point super-battle near the town of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, cracked down hard on D.C. five days before the Union was alerted that the rebels had slipped through their sights.

When General Grant and the Army of the Potomac arrived at the Capitol, it was too late. The rebels had received reinforcements from the Southwest, and had pushed back the city defenses one day before. Nevertheless, Northern dignity prevailed and Grant conjured a final fighting blow, “The Battle of Anacostia”, for if was fought on the outskirts of the Potomac and Anacostia Rivers’ meeting point. This Union stand horribly failed, but many Southern soldiers were destroyed as well. General Ulysses Grant was killed by an unknown source during the battle. President Lincoln reluctantly gave the city to the Confederacy, and, by doing so, unofficially surrendered the United States of America.

But that all happened decades ago. Abraham Lincoln was “mysteriously assaulted” in his detainment quarters by “rogue officers” and was brutally mauled. Many other Ex-Union commanders and ideals suffered similar fates. The Constitution has been overturned, the Declaration of Independence “revised” to the current times’ fitting; now ‘”all white men are created with authority, and all blacks are created with the power to serve” and “every Caucasian of the Confederation has the right to pursue their power and life, and the liberties they can acquire”. Now, in the Confederation of America, no one is safe from the grip of the powerful. Slaves are no longer considered people or even property; under The Establishment Manifesto, they are “acting as a small force for our coherent states to climb on in the great journey of profit and advancement”. The North is still under quarantine “until the time is right”, as our President Forrest states.

Until then, we New Yorkers have been forced to work in factories, day after day, year after year. We are slaves now, too. People who protest against are conditions disappear in the night and are not heard from again. One of those people was my mother. Another will be me, most likely in less than an hour, maybe any minute. I am writing this to tell whatever age comes after this how bad things are now, and how to prevent this then. Whatever you do, bless your country with the rights of individuals. Give all humans, black or white, power to choose. Power to be equal. Power to be fr-

Saturday, May 5

Promotion (Bonus Blog Post)

September 19, 1864
Dear Mama and Papa,

After serving in the Union Army for almost the entire duration of the Civil War so far,  I have been promoted to the rank of Sergeant. Captain Stanton saw me as fit for second in command, and promoted me. I had to take command of the regiment when he was severely injured, and when he got well enough to take command again, he said "You did good as leader." The war has been rough for both the North and the South. We lost too many people in the battles of Antietam, Chickamauga, and especially Gettysburg. I can't describe the sorrow that I feel when I see the battlefield full of dead bodies. It is like someone is choking me. It is hard to see someone you know die as well. You know them one minute and they are gone the next. I cannot wait for this war to be over, no matter who wins.

With love,

Friday, May 4

Trifold #2 Questions

1. Please list the ratio of Generals to Enlisted men, Sergeants to Enlisted men, Lieutenants to Enlisted men, and Colonels to Enlisted men. (The ratio is the value of a war prisoner during the exchange of prisoners for example: X number of Generals = Y Number of Enlisted Men)

2. Name the two most famous Prisoner of War Camps, what they are also known as, and how many soldiers were kept and died in each prison.

3. Who was Henry Wirz and why was he executed?

4. Name name 3 camp conditions.

1864 - Is the end near?

[Is the end here? 1864.docx]
Dec, 3. 1864 Dear mama, It's been 4 years since I enlisted in the Union army. And I've managed to earn a little bit of respect. That's sure saying something, 'cause I'm no white man. Us blacks get beat up on, even by my fellow whites in the army. They don't really beat me up, just call me awful names. It seems odd that they are fighting to end slavery, yet here they are, insulting a black man who's fighting alongside them. It doesn't really matter though, because them words don't do anything to hurt me. I'm sorry to say that when I come back, I won't be the same man you knew. I've come to spook easily, and I sleep with a knife, 'cause these days you never know who could be hiding out in the dark, waiting to slit your throat. I think I have pretty good senses, mama. Because this one time, I heard some rustling in the bushes and I thought I had myself some rebels. well, I went off a-hollerin' and shootin' at those rascals. I was a killing machine. Except, afterwards, the other men said that I'd been shooting at nothing. They told me I've been acting strange lately, and that they were worried, but I didn't pay any mind to their words. It means nothing. Love you mama. Pvt. Freeman, your son. ... Dec,4. 1864 Mama, I'm scared, mama. I don't know what came over me. I just killed a bunch of civillians. I went mad and went raging and started firing my gun until someone could stop me. I don't know whats going on, but I really am scared. I was a monster today. I calmed down now, but I keep thinking about that mother with her baby, crying and asking me to spare her child. She must think I'm terrible. I want to go home. love.

Journal Entry: Sherman's March

December 23, 1864

The news came today that General Sherman and his soldiers burned Savannah to the ground and that they were heading for South Carolina. I was already infuriated that Sherman had caused mass destruction on his way to Savannah, but the burning down of Savannah made me livid. I understand that we are trying to win a war, but if we do win, all of Georgia's problems will become OURS. If we are trying to get the South back into the Union, we should at least try to respect it a bit more. Sherman and his men have already killed and used and burned down millons of dollars of property, and who knows how many animals have died in the process. Again, I understand that this is war, but the damage done by Sherman and his men was so great that I don't now how long it will take to restore Georgia. I think that we have reached the point of the war where everybody will go to extreme measures to win, but will not care what has to be done to do so. I think that this is absurd. Winning a war and having your country completly destroyed in the process is no war won at all. The South will hate us even more and the purpose of having this war in the first place will be almost completly defeated. I cannot let any of my fellow soldiers see this entry. They will think that I have gone mad.

Thursday, May 3

Blog #5: Civil War Oddities

My video blog about the just plain odd stuff that happened during the Civil War.

Tuesday, May 1

My last thoughts

The following thoughts are those of Pvt. Freeman as he clings to life after the battle of Chickamauga on September 20, 1863.

I don't wanna die.

We just fought the Rebels, and as we all stagger, barely able to drag our limp bodies towards the stream, I know I could die. I fear the moment when my heart will give out. I almost want to let it. If I wanted to, I could just lay in this spot until death came to claim me. But I force my body to keep moving. Not for me, but for Mama. I promised her I would return, and I am a man of my word. I have lost the feeling in my legs and waist. I am a bloody mess. I don't even know if it is my blood or another's. Probably both. As I look around, I notice I am one of the lucky ones. One man's face is just a piece of dangling flesh, his nose and other facial features threatening to fall off, as tas only thing keeping them intact are tiny strings of tissue. Many men have mutilated body parts. I drag myself further, looking at nothing, just trying to live. There is something in my way, It doesn't register on my mind yet what it is, but as I struggle to move past it, I realize it is the man who was in front of me a while ago. He is dead. I know because of the doll-like stare he has, void of any emotion. I say this with no fear, no emotion because I am used to death now. It is everywhere. My whole body screams in protest. It begs me to stay in place, begs me to stop using it. I want to stop, but I know I shouldn't. Suddenly, I see spots. It is really bright here. When did it get so bright? Am I dying? What is going on? My body is fighting against me. Gostopgostopgostopgostop. Dielivedielivedielivedielive. I can't fight with my body. My breath is becoming short. It is hard to breathe. OhlordIamdyingIcan'tseewhereI'mgoingwhyisitsoblank. Lightsareflashingmybodyistooheavyforme.


I open my eyes and realize I lost consciousness. How I woke up at all is a miracle only God himself could have given me. I realize I need water, and head to the stream at the rate of a snail, since instill can't seem to get up. I try. And I fall. Won't attempt it again. I head to the water and see many men who's faces are all the way in the water. I do the same.
Ahhh, water! It's a beautiful thing. I have enough for now. But I can't get up. Why can't I lift my head out? I will die now if I don't get out. If I die, I want to die as a man, defending his country, not drowning in a stream. I try with all my might to lift my head up. It does not work. I'm going to die now. Wait, I can roll over, and I do. It gets me out of the water and I breathe in as much air as I can. Life! You don't see the importance till its almost been taken from you! I think I will rest here for a while...