The journal of Rodger Bell Hood
I am roger bell hood.I am from washington I am a 29 year old labourer working at the docks my family is still in new york I was saving up to travel there and stay there they have a job at a cloth and supply shop I live in a temporary home a man let me borrow it free of charge he is the dockmaster so I am grateful.I was on the union Why? My father was a man who helped slaves to freedom he never got caught so I learned to help people who aren't as happy.captain of the 478th battalion right flank yes I have a young boy with me He is my son My wife was murdered in a mix up at a bar She was always drunk but she was a good woman my son is only 14 he is also in the army private second class drummer boy.
Chris: Aww, my bread basket
Max: Well we’re just jailbirds at this union camp
Chris: Hey looky here, some o’ those fresh fish are getting the hard case
Max Well let me get the pepperboxes and the hornets
Chris: ya, and have the buggers whip your booty
Max: Well, I been through the mill, and never in in my life have i been captured.
Chris: This yo first battle now just get snug as a bug and lay down.
Max: now I’m gonna grab some root and some tar water
Chris: sorry gotta get rid of my chronic quick step... man I hate my life as a glove boy.
Max: sorry i’m wallpapered
Chris: I’m gonna get tight too possum
Max: Ya bluff, no matter how hard you squeeze you ain’t gettin as tight as me
Chris: Another call for my chronic quickstep
Chris: it ain’t comin out
Max: use your arkansas toothpick
Chris: well i’m all played out