Journal of a Civil War Man
My name is Edward Noah Buckley. I am from Rochester, Michigan, where most of my family is from. I was 19 when the civil war started and I was so fascinated with it. But my family didn't want anything to do with it. My dad was a work aholic that mad millions because of selling wild mustangs that were caught in the wild. My mother stayed home and cleaned the house. My older brothers were interested in politics. I will serve on the union side because I believe that men should be created equal and not be slandered of their rights because of their racial color. I am major on the union and I am ready to fight and or die for my country.
Marcus- Man harleen I am whipped from the days work
Harleen- Yeah I am too, my bread basket is hungry
Marcus- So much happened but you know what I am going to do now
Marcus- get wallpapered , with some of that joy juice we got in the kitchen counter
Harleen- Ok, i’ll get me some bark juice
Marcus- Please got some for me too
Harleen- ok be right back one second
Harleen-Should I also grab a root?
Marcus- Yeah and get me all of the hornets that I have I want to shoot some gray backs
Marcus- get me some goobers to
Marcus- I am just bluffing
Harleen- You better be
Marcus- Oh no the popo is at that the door I got to skitdaddle, you know how
Harllen- But wait you didn’t finish your joy juice
Marcus-its ok I have some more in my pocket
Harleen- This is the second time this week this happened.
The rich mahogany stock up agiasnt me was strong and firm. He was ready to fire at anybody or anything that moved.
As I get up for morning drills, I can see the morning fog and the wet dew that the night came and left for me.
When I wasn't fighting in the war I usually was dancing with all of my friends in the Army.
I remember like it was 150 years ago(because it was) that they fought until their hearts gave out. And weren't quitting until another side surrendered or was all dead.
I am coming home today. My four year enlistment is up. Those four years were terrible, disgusting, and bloody. When I left my little boy was four now he is eight. I wonder if he will remember me. I can't wait to have a good cooked meal. I can' wait to see people not die left and right. I want to get every treatment for any sickness so I don't get sick, again. I also won't be bored all the time. I don't know but I will never do this again, I put my life on the line because of two guys who didn't agree on a small matter that went big.
When I am on the move I eat raw meat and this is what it looks like on a good day. It taste like dirt
The Injuries and Illnesses Of the War
Some of the illnesses were the measles, mumps, and or chicken pox. Some injuries while in battle were very severe. Some got shot more than once in major arteries. Others were hit with cannon balls or cannon casing. Long and thick deep cuts hurt and throbbed and bled. So if you didn't get a illnesses your going to probably get an injury. I got the chicken pocks and I was glad to get that because that is a disease that can be treated and can be terminated. But some are just saying your going to go through lots of pain before you die.