My Life as a Civil War Soldier
By Samuel Adams
My First Journal Entry .....
My name is Samuel Adams and I am a soldier that is currently in the Civil War I have had experience in the war. I have fought a lot of battles and started out as a Newbie and have worked myself up to the position that I am currently in Major. It has been leaving my family behind many times with no one else as protection. My family is rather big and I am the second oldest of them all. I have 2 brothers that are the 2 little babies in the house and my sister is the oldest of them all. With only 2 women in the house and a caring little brother followed by my stubborn brother that thinks that he is better than African Americans he is soon leaving to go and fight on the South side. Our family is spreading apart from my stubborn brother. Now to think that I might shoot accidently or that I am fighting against my own blood brother is devastating. Me and my family have tried to bring him into some conmen sense but, he will just not learn. I was born in North Carolina and lay loyal to the North. My principals lay on the things that my mother always thought ,not to judge one another by their color or to see the differences. Everyone should be treated equal and have the same rights not distinguishing or seating them apart by appearance. Dear diary I am here and I am ready to fight for my cause.
J:Hey there, Major Sermeno
S: Good morning, General
J: Today I saw some Gray backs lurking through the forest I only had my pepperbox and my Arkansas toothpick.
S: Lately our bread basket has not been filled properly and therefore we are not as fit as a fiddle as we would like.
J: There is a big basket of goobers and after that you can get some joy juice.
S: Bully…..I think I'll grab a root before heading out to duty.
J: Its getting late for your training better skedaddle and train those fresh fish.
S: I am on my way General but, first I must get my pepperbox.
Journal Entry 3
Being a soldier is hard the food is not as filling or good as mom's back home and punishments are very cruel to add to that being home sick at home. My camp is far away from home it is located in Washington. How I miss you guys back at home and how I miss mothers hot chicken soup. Back at home we did not have to wake up so early we could sleep all day if we wanted too! but, here its different let me describe to you a brief overview of my daily routine here at camp. We wake up at the sound of trumpets blasting in your ears so loud that they hurt. If you refuse to wake up they wake you up with a bucket of cold iced water or something else the generals are getting so creative with the punishments you don't even know what's coming next. The beds here are not couching we sleep on cold hard wood or pillows are rice sacks filled with rice not at all comfy and we have no blankets at all. Some of us get cold in the night if you do like me you would use an old worn out t-shirt that u might have. You were lucky if you had one. Many did not. After cleaning our self us up in the 4 minutes they give us you had to make a nice and PERFECT line soldiers head standing hide muskets on the side and feet put together all straight in a row right behind your crummy tent. After the commander passes by each soldier examining if he did everything right he passes to the next and so on. If you do not have all the components needed that the commander expects. You get whipped in the back and are put to have more chores. After everyone is dismissed they go off to 3 hours of none stopping chores after that we have breakfast yumm. Not really our breakfast consists of spoiled milk yuck and bread as hard as rock. Not really good of a breakfast not like mothers. How I miss that after that we did DRILLS and DRILLS and more DRILLS never ending DRILLS. All till afternoon our rest only comes until 4am and then up again at 5am 1 hour of sleep terrible timings and food and super strict commanders. The commanders are amused at punishing the lower class soldiers they make us less because they feel like the rulers because they're the top rank of them all. Some punishment that some soldiers have faced are very humiliating like having to crawl on your knees everywhere and having a humiliating sign stuck on to your back saying kick me. All the soldiers start kicking the poor soldier who was punished for a minum error that he did. Everyone would laugh and kick him. If that is the minum punishment then I do not want to imagine what the major one is.
This is the pond where I remember that a soldier was thrown in for a punishment of talking back to the commander
Jeremiah Interview Questions????????
1.Jeremiah when you choose to fight on the union side what caused you to make that choice?
The major thing that imoacted me is that now that I have grown I released that all my life my paretns had owned slaves but, did that mean that they taought of themselves better than African Americans. I personaly thinck that theyre is no one who is greater or powerful then the rest we are all humans. The only difference is that we are different races and look different than the rest but, no need to feel better then them just because their appearance.
2.Jeremiah looking back what is something in your life that you are proud or happy about?
Something that I am proud and happy about is that I changed my mind and joined the Union being the only one who is or had a perspective of a union soldier I am proud of that. Even thought I do not know how my parents that are watching me from above feel about this. I am proud and happy because I know that I am doing this and fighting for a good cause.
3.Jeremiah what is one of the thing about your life you wish would have been different?
One part of my life I wish that would have been different is that as I was being raised as a child I wish my parents always had the mind as a Union citizen. I wish that they would realize that having slaves was wrong.
4.Jeremiah what will you tell your brother when he finds out that you are a Union soldier?
I know that my brother will truly be disappointed In me but, he is truly my brother he will understand my reasons and will not be mad at me. Even tought if he still stays on the south things will never be same as they were before
Civil War Song
Marching we go to the top of victory taking our muskets we fix up or mustaches and up we go to unfold the adventures that holds as we march our future unfolds. Marching up , up we go Marching we go up, up we go Marching we go up, up we go.
As our boots get dirty and sturdy we talk about those fatty and slabby soldiers that will soon tumble and crumble to the floor.
Marching up, up we go. Marching up, up we go. Marching up, up we go.
Morning Photo Prompt
Each morning I wake up to the cruel darkness that surrounds me In the dark civil war that I fight everyday but, I must stay Loyal
A Day At Camp.....
My favorite season at camp is in winter because we cant do any drills because the snow and ice. Some of our favorite past times is gathering around a fire and singing songs together. This is the only time that I can actually express my feelings about home and my family. Another pass time that we would do is play cards, drink, reading and send letters to our fellows at home. Another thing we would do is preform plays. We would even have a group of performers at camp and many soldiers would come and pay25 cents to see the show. Some soldiers acted so wild that the generals were starting to Forbid sustain things. My favorite food to eat at camp is a oatmeal loaf of bread here is the Recipe....
Yield: 1 medium loaf
Prep Time: 2 hours, 30 minutesCook Time: 40 minutesTotal Time: 3 hours, 10 minutesIngredients:
- 1/4 cup warm water, 95 to 110 degrees F
- 2-1/4 tsp or 1 pkg. (1/4 oz.) active dry yeast
- 1 cup milk, room temperature
- 2 Tbsp sugar
- 1 tsp salt
- 1 Tbsp shortening
- 1 cup rolled oats
- 2-1/2 cups bread flour, about
- Egg white, optional
- In large bowl, mix warm water and yeast. Add milk, sugar, salt, and shortening. Stir. Add oats and mix well. Add in enough bread flour to make a dough that follows the spoon around the bowl. Turn dough out onto lightly floured surface and knead for 10 minutes, adding more bread flour as needed until the dough is firm and smooth to the touch. Place dough in medium greased bowl. Turn dough over in bowl so that the top is also lightly greased. Cover with clean cloth and let rise in warm, draft-free place for 1 hour.
- Punch down dough. Turn dough out onto lightly floured board and knead for 5 minutes or until the bubbles are out of the bread. Shape into loaf and place in greased 8x5-inch bread pan. Cover and let rise in warm, draft-free place for 45 minutes or until doubled in size.
- Brush egg white on loaf. Bake bread at 375 degrees F for 40 minutes or until the bread sounds hollow when the top is tapped. Remove bread from pan and let cool on rack.
Photo Prompt FUN
This is what we did for fun in our free time ....
Journal 7 th
Today I was a witness of how a young looking inexperienced 16 year old nurse made the medicine required in her words for a soldier who was sick. As the poor soldier was sitting their on the old rusty chair all dizzy and sleepy unconscious oft he medicine she had just made. The young nurse mixed ''Cod liver oil, syrup of wild cherry, ammonia, cream of tartar and cinnamon'' as stated in the book entitled ''Behind the Grey and the Blue''. As she finished she turned around and gave the patient a over exaggerated dose of medicine. It was literally 8 oz. a full cup. Of that weird concussion. I felt like leaving but, the nurse had already spotted me and had called ''Come in'' In a nice gentle voice. Now afraid of bring their gimping. I was now not so happy to be attended. I told her that my stomach had hearted and she gave me a giant belt to wear the hole day. This did not make a difference at all.
Photo Prompt Battle
Here is a picture where we fought a battle many soldiers dies and where wounded or ill. Many went to the hospital but, that was not much help. Where the nurses and doctors have no experiencer at all.
Journal Entry 8th
Dear be loving mother ,
Today is the day no more sorrow, no more lost, no more guilt. I am finally coming home. After the 2 long years I will finally get to hung you guys and hear your voice again. Oh how I will cherish this moment. My journey begins at 10 pm in the night. I will be ridding the train alone with no one by my side. My only 2 loyal companions Jeffry and George have died through the tough war. I wish I would of saw it coming for George his poor family with his 2 twin baby girls and his wife will drown in sorrow when I appear at there doorstep to return his journal that was all that was left that and nothing more. He died right at my EYES! and what did I do I stood still in shock shedding a tear nothing more nothing less. I did not save him and the guilt will remain in my hear as I saw the last glance at his hazel eyes as he slowly closed them and drop his hand. Packing all my things brings many memories and sorrow and guilt. Battles , blood and killing are all to be left behind in this land that marks now my past. Now that I have packed all my journal, brush, toothbrush and my torn up shirt as a change I close the cabin door at the midnight light glimmering through the stream I say goodbye to the empty beds that lay a side from mine where my 2 friends yous't to rest their spirits and their ghost will always be remembered by me. I turn back give it a quick glance and shut the door. ''Rally up Soldiers'' the commander calls as the sound of the train pulling up follows along his voice. I hurry to the line that stretches out as the soldiers enter with their dirty boots the same stomping sound haunts me. As in the battle the same sound was to be found and so was death and blood. Entering I give the ticket to the driver I take my seat and lay my eyes on the window all that I remember and might haunt me to the rest of my life started here. In my hand I take the journal of my well trusted friend his laughter fades into my head as I read his 1st entry. So joyful also peaceful. Always so happy to have been a soldier fighting and coming back the only part is that he did not know what he was enlisting for. His death. Oh mother no more guilt no more sorrow. I shall be a happy lad to be coming home and seeing my sister and brother since my other brother might not be coming home after all. During the battle I saw him a quick glance as one of the north soldiers got closer to him and stabbed him he screamed out my name but, I could not look back for thought my fellow commander would kill us both and I would therefore be a trader. I slowly bleed to death is what I heard and how I wish he would have just listened but, mother I will finally see you as the train arrives slowly to the station my ride has been over and my belly grumbling as I open the door I know you will be standing there opened hands for a great big hug you and my siblings will receive me at last. I still remember how you brought me a nice and warm chicken soup. How I was hungry all that I was feed on the train were peanuts and nothing else but, my mother is always the best. Walking from the train station to home. I remembered how as a child I use to play down the streets in the meadows and down the hills. How I felt homesick at camp and no so happy to come back. When you first unlocked the front door and opened it. It still made that sound the little creek and the smell of fresh chicken soup covered the house just like it did when I left home. How I enjoy being at home and right under the dinner table a giant banner hanging on top WELCOME HOME SAMUEL and the hugs just kept on coming oh sweet family nothing can replace you guys.
Picture Prompt HOME
As I returned home I visited a couple of places that I had dearly missed this is were me and my younger siblings just to play and tumble and have a lot off fun the beautiful work of art that lays outside.
Photo Prompt Color......This is the color of the papers that symbolized my contract for the war. Here is where war begins.
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