The civil war Journal!

The first hand account of Union private Bob martin!

Bob Martin's life

This is my tent first thing I see in the morning a good old tent.

I am a spy I love to help others and rebel against slavery. Not really a well known hobby but a good profession. I pretend to be on the confederacy and give info to the Union. Once I was caught and my face was stretched to the point at which it couldn't be stretched anymore. I live in NYC,NY on main street a very normal life, well until my face was stretched apart and that's my life. Well at least for now I escaped my stretched faced torture and now they're after me looks like they're near bye got to go.

CIVIL WAR ENTRY #2

Jorge: Drunk

Grace: Soldier

Anish: Soldier

Bryce-narrator







Bryce: The union has just one a battle and are very played out, but are still celebrating back at camp

Grace: BULLY!

Anish: Be quiet or I will shove this Arkansas toothpick into you!

Jorge: My possums! You all look ugly! (Falls over in chair)

Grace: Wow you look tight Jorge, why?

Anish: He must have drank a lot of tar water

Anish: If he doesn't calm down i’ll have to load some hornets in my pepper box and shoot him, or put him in the jailbird

Grace: I’m so played out. I think I’m gonna hit the hay.

Anish: You better skedaddle before captain come back

Anish: Hunkey Dorey, I get to arrest someone!

CIVIL WAR JOURNAL #3

The sun, a sun in the sky in Illinois on the plains. A very early morning transferring from winter to spring.

Hello, Brother

Life in camp is hard like my best friend Joe from Pennsylvania said Wake up "drill, drill, drill, drill, and a little more drill, drill, drill, and lastly, drill". A man named Bob once stole from a friend never did it again warns others to do nothing near that felt horrible in the mind and in the body out of guilt and pain. All the generals call me Bob martin others call Sir. S. Which stands for sir spy which I find kind of dumb considering the fact that gives away the first letter of my job. My life isn't composed of a simple but harsh melody like all of the other privates. Instead it's composed of a long melody with a sharp note every two line which I analogize as... death. Death around every corner death but it comes with great respect so that doesn't make everything bad I guess.

CIVIL WAR JOURNAL #4

This is a picture of highly decorated officers playing cards.

Leave your mother and brother, he wanted to do something for the south and couldn't push his luck when he wanted to go with his brother. Then he will help wounded soldiers like he would've done with his mother.

It will make it hard for the south to keep their weapon centers guarded. Even with their whole army guarding it. Houses in the south can get ransacked.

He was filled with pride for fighting for the south, and obeying his mother's orders to fight in the war.

That I didn't have to leave my mother behind because I wasn't with my brother either way I was backed up into a wall of misery.

I think he will survive the first battle and die in the next when someone stabbed him in the chest with a bayonet

He fired the first shot and put the civil war and started it.

CIVIL WAR JOURNAL #5

Dear Joe,

War has taken up the time of most of our days during these times but that shouldn't mean that I can't write to you. I would love to tell you about our meals first, and you know me the best that I hate meat. But, that's all that they serve here a real bummer that's what it's i'm not even sure if can call that meat actually just some...thing. Anyways, the day that we get vegetables are the days that I love no nasty meat. But those days are as rare as me finding gold in my dinner plat. Hey, that can metaphorically be vegetables anyway that's all that I can wright to you for now until next time.

                                                             Sincerely your friend, Bob Martin

CIVIL WAR JOURNAL ENTRY #6

I see them marching

I see them marching

General!, general!, I see them marching!

They're coming on horses with cannons too

Across the railroads and valleys

Awaken, awaken, because I...

I see them marching

I see them marching

General!, general!, I see them marching!

They're coming on horses with cannons too

Across the railroads and valleys

Awaken, awaken, because I...

Get ready, get ready, get your guns ready!

Because I see them marching

I see them marching

I see them marching

General!, general!, I see them marching!

They're coming on horses with cannons too

Across the railroads and valleys

Awaken, awaken, because I...

I see them marching

I see them marching

General!, general!, I see them marching!

They're coming on horses with cannons too

Across the railroads and valleys

Get ready, get ready, get your guns ready!

Because I see them marching

CIVIL WAR JOURNAL #7

MY HOUSE:

Every morning was a morning that I dreaded, every battle, every second... was a second that I get the "privilege" of being shot. God knows how it'll end up after that it might take me five days to recover! Just like Joe as a captured enemy to become recovered. Or the water that foul smelling garbage that they call water. I would do 500 drills instead of being injured or sick. Most die from the unsanitary conditions than their actually wound or sickness. The unsanitary conditions oh I can't emphasis how nasty that is. It's like sleeping in a horse dung. Everything around you is filthy that's all I can say now for it's drilling time.

CIVIL WAR JOURNAL ENTRY #8:

The day I was always looking for was going home I did my part in the war and now it's  my time to leave. Can't say I didn't do nothing for my country when I go home. Feel bad for Joe though he enlisted for three years!!! I was only three months I think that we are going to win though with all the determination on our side didn't know what we were fighting for until we fought for it which was our country.

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