Civil War Journal

by Clara Barton

July 21st, 1861

Dear Journal,

     I am Clara Barton. I am 19 years old, and I am a nurse in the Civil War. Before, I lived in Kentucky and had a very happy life with my parents and 2 siblings. Back home, I studied medicine and now I help soldiers in the Civil War. Today, I am helping people at the Battle of Bull Run. It was a hard day, and I know many soldiers who are hurt. I can't stand seeing other people in pain, but I know I can help. Things don't look good for the Union for this battle, but everyone still has hope. Many soldiers are shot, and I must amputate their limps. I will never forget the screaming and the pain on their faces, as I do so. I will never forget the screams and cries of the men out in the battle field, who are fighting with everything they have for another man. I have faith that our Union soldiers will win this war, and free all slaves from the harsh realities of slavery.

Journal Entry 2: Slang Script

Clara Barton: Where did the pepperbox shoot you?

Jayden Lundqvist: I was shot in my left arm by a hailfire of hornets in the battle of Bull Run by dem’ nasty greycoats!

Thomas Davidson: Uh oh, it looks like you’ve been played out.

Clara Barton: I’m going to have to wallpaper you, so I can saw your arm off.

Jayden Lundqvist: I was just toeing the mark and it was a pretty hard case game, but I lost.

Thomas Davidson: This looks like a hard case, do your best sawbones.

Clara Barton: Give me the joy juice.

Thomas Davidson: Here ya go.

Clara Barton As soon as I cut off your arm, you’ll be as fit as a fiddle!

Jayden Lundqvist: (Scared) Ugh

Clara Barton: This will be the best for you, but you might be a little hard knocked for a while.

Jayden Lundqvist: I would agree so…

(Jayden Lundqvist's arm is now cut off)

Journal Entry 3: Letter

Dear Mom,

     Words cannot describe how much I miss you. At camp, the men are starting to build more suitable houses for the upcoming winter months. The men take so much pride in what they've built, and some of their wives are starting to come to Washington too. There is nobody who needs much help here, but I miss tending to the wounded soldiers. The drill sergeant is making the soldiers run drills nonstop, all day. They  look incredibly tired, but everyday the drills look better and better.  The sergeant wants to get the drills perfect before heading into battle against the Confederates, he doesn't want to loose again. The drills are now starting to become less frequent because of the weather. There are rumors of no war until the spring season, and I think everyone is hoping for this. The winter months are upon us, and the soldiers have to stop drills soon. The punishments here are sometimes cruel. One soldier stole from a wounded friend, and he had to have his head shaved and was forced to hold a large sign labeling him as a thief. The punishments are designed to humiliate soldiers, to shame them into never doing those things again. In my opinion, the punishments can sometimes be too cruel. I've heard of "bucking and gagging". This form of punishment is feared by all the soldiers. The culprit was gagged with a stick and then the man was forced to sit on the ground with his hands tied together. His knees were forced between his elbows and another stick was shoved between his arms and knees. The unfortunate victim was humiliated and was in some pain. I wish the sergeant wouldn't do such things to his soldiers, but there isn't anything I can do.

Journal Entry: Photo Prompt Color

The sky is blue at camp. It is slowly getting more cloudy and the sky is starting to get more of a grey hue as the winter season becomes closer.

Journal Entry: Photo Prompt Morning

The morning is when I hear the trumpets and I see the beautiful sunrise. There are soldiers running to get into position to start the drills. I think the drills start too early, but at least I wake up early enough to see the sun rise from behind the hill.


Journal Entry 4:

Names- Maddie Lunn, Julia Stegvik, and Luke Goodwin

We read pages- 1,2,3,4,7,and 12.

Interviewer: Jeremiah, what made you join the army?

Jeremiah: I wanted to help my brother, and I knew I couldn't help mom with the farm too much.

Interviewer: Why did you lie about your age?

Jeremiah: I knew I could pass for 15, and I believed that I had to do this for the South.

Interviewer: Why did you go with the marching instead of going on the train, Jeremiah?

Jeremiah: I decided if I had gone this far, I had to go through with it and be with my brother.

Interviewer: Jeremiah, looking back what is something in your life that you are proud or

happy about?

Jeremiah: Looking back, I am happy that I ended up saving my brother from death. I was on my way back to camp, and I saw my brother lying lifelessly on the ground. It took all my strength to pull him up and carry him back to the safety of our camp where he survived.

Interviewer: What is one thing that you wish had been different in your life?

Jeremiah: I wish my mother didn't die while we were away at war. I know I can't stop her from dying, but I wanted to at least be there for her when she did pass away. Before I left, she said that she would be fine on her own. I will never forget the day that I heard the news of my mother's passing. I fought as hard as I possibly could after that because I wanted to avenge my mother's death.

Interviewer: Did seeing men die in battle change you?

Jeremiah: Seeing many innocent men die changes anyone. For me, it made me want to fight harder. I decided that if so many other men died for their beliefs, I should try my hardest to make their dreams come true. I wanted to win the war for our future generations, but sadly it did not work. I would never take back those years I spent on the battle field, where I was fighting for all the rights of the South.

Journal Entry 5:

Yeah uh huh you know what it is

No more slavery

No more slavery

No more slavery

No more slavery

Yeah uh huh you know what it is

No more slavery

No more slavery

No more slavery

No more slavery

Yeah uh huh you know what it is

Everything I do I do it big

Yeah uh huh slavery that’s something

When they pulled up the whip

I stopped it.

Up in the North

When you see me

You see everything.

No more slavery

No more slavery

No more slavery

No more slavery

I put it down

from my whip

to my cotton gin.

No more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery.

Black men

all equal

The South scared of us

but the slaves ain’t.

Soon as we stop slavery

look at the South’s place.

Shoot the gun once

break the South’s faith.

Look on the inside

the South horrid.

Mr. Lincoln

you know what his plans are for it.

And I got the slaves to freedoms place

I got the Confederacy checking game

I going all in on every level.

Hear them southerners talk

But there is nothing they can tell us.

Just saved a million,

got another million on my schedule.

No love for the South

they break my heart.

None free

Help them out.

Yeah, uh huh you know what it is…

Everything I do, I do it big

Yeah uh huh slavery that’s something

When they pulled up the whip

I stopped it.

Up in the North

When you see me

You see everything.

No more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

I put it down

from my whip

to my cotton gin.

No more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

Got a call from my private

this just in.

Slaves love me because I’m messing with the Confed’s.

I’m not a slave owner

I'm an abolitionist.

This ain’t for one night

I’m for real though.

They’re slippin’ real slow

They’re selling white gold.

They got so many problems

they can’t even survive it.

Got a pocket full of sad faces

Give it up because every slave that I am with said they’re….

Yeah, uh huh you know what it is…

Everything I do, I do it big

Yeah uh huh slavery that’s something

When they pulled up the whip

I stopped it.

Up in the North

When you see me

You see everything.

No more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

I put it down

from my whip

to my cotton gin.

No more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

Stay enslaved like they’re supposed to do

Just kidding slavery

is bad.

And slaves look unapproachable but,

they are super clean and super lean.

You wanna mess with the slaves,

uh uhh,

uh uhh,

uh uhh,

uh uhh,

don’t do that,

and that’s that.

I won’t let them get as far as they want

and they know that.

No more C.S.A., ya

Lets end this war now!

Ya, uh huh you know what it is

Yeah, ya, uh huh you know what it is

You already know what’s down South

You know you should by now

Up in the North

When you see me

You see everything.

No more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

I put it down

from my whip

to my cotton gin.

No more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

Yeah, uh huh you know what it is…

Everything I do, I do it big

Yeah uh huh slavery that’s something

When they pulled up the whip

I stopped it.

Up in the North

When you see me

You see everything.

No more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

I put it down

from my whip

to my cotton gin.

No more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery

no more slavery








Photo Prompt: Battle

As a nurse in the battle, I would most likely use a saw to cut off or amputate a soldier's limb. If a soldier was shot, the only way to get the lead out of his system would be to get the infected arm off of him.

Journal Entry #6: Letter

Dear Amelia,

    Lately camp life has been hard. Everyone is trapped in their log cabins, because it is simply too cold to leave your house. Everyone in my cabin is not getting along, and there is a lot of fighting.  Sometimes, the soldiers get their hands on some liquor, and that's when things really start to get bad. The men fight, and are too drunk to even stand up. The men like to gamble too, and sometimes I even join in with them! I only enjoy the less violent types of gambling games, but every once in a while the gambling gets rough. I wouldn't trade this for anything though. I love helping the soldiers in the actual war when they need me most. I have also seen some soldiers talking to the enemy, so I've tried it too. I didn't get caught, but the nurse I started talking too was quite nice. We shared a few stores, but of course I had to yell for her to hear me. It was nice having someone else who understands what you are going through. Also, I like playing cards with some soldiers if they are willing. My favorite food at camp is probably the water and the meat. Even though it is not clean, its better than vegetable bread with bugs in it. I can't stomach bugs, but still everyone needs to eat something. We have become so hungry, that soldiers and nurses don't even care about the leaves in our food and the salty meat.The meat is so salty, that we must soak it in water for several hours before eating. After soaking the meat, it doesn't taste too bad. The water has bugs on the top, but I just wipe them off. All in all, I miss you so much, and I cannot wait to talk to you again. Please write back soon!

Journal Entry #7: How They Died

The most common disease I see is severe diarrhea. The soldiers are in bad shape, and this just makes them even weaker. The nurses and the doctors all try their best, but there's just so many of the injured soldiers. I remember helping many  who had typhoid fever. It was hard to treat, and many died. Thousands have malaria. There's many cases of lice in the camp too. The camp is filthy, and I'm starting to think that's the cause of so many diseases.

Photo Prompt: Fun

Soldiers like to play card games like gambling for fun. I like to join in too! Sometimes they get rowdy, and that's not good. Usually that doesn't happen, but every since the soldiers have been cooped up it has been happening more often. Soldiers also like to play dominoes! I remember playing with dominoes back home, before the war. Playing always reminds me of better times back home.

Journal Entry #8: Going Home

Dear Mom and Dad,

     I am coming home! The war is over! I can't wait to see everyone. I hope you are all doing well. I am, I the war changed me as a person though. I have more respect for our troops and America as a whole. Both sides fought so hard, and I cannot believe it's over. Nobody can explain how horrid it was to see all the dead and dying men sprawled out on the floor, crying for help, and me not being able to help them with everything. I tried my very best to keep things clean and to help anyone who needed my help. One time, I even had to cut off a man's limb because we simply could not get the chloroform to work on him. He was completely conscious, and it was horrible to hear his screams of pain. I'll never forget the piercing screech that will haunt my dreams for forever. I hate too see some men who I know just aren't going to make it. The doctors try their best, but sometimes it's just no use. I remember all the nights before the battle, just waiting for the horrid things to come. The cries, the whimpers, and the injuries of the men were so hard to bear. The hardest thing by far, was seeing someone you know die. I had become friends with many of the soldiers, and to see them lying there, on deaths bed, was horrifying. But luckily, all their hard work payed off! We won the war and I wouldn't be happier. The slaves are free, just like the white men. Now there is no more slavery, and everyone can be treated equally. I can't wait to come home! I want to help you two around the house more often, and spend more time together. During my time helping in the Civil War, I learned how much family is valued to me. It was so hard being away from you for so long and not knowing for sure if  I would be back or not. I realized how much I loved you, and how hard it was to be away from you for so long.

                             See you soon,

                                                     Clara Barton

Photo Prompt: Home

This is a picture of me (Lower right), my younger sister (Lower left), and my little brother (Top middle). I love them both so much, and I have missed them terribly ever since I had to come help in the war. I've gotten letters from both of them, and the letters were the sweetest things. The letters from my family back home really helped me be able to keep going throughout the war, even when I felt like quitting. I can't wait to see them when I finally come home.

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