I am a Confederate soldier, but from the North. Yes, I am a Yankee. I am 22 years old and am apprenticing a blacksmith. My mother is a local seamstress and my two brothers, John and Marco, are still in school. My father died in a carriage crash 4 years ago. We live in a small town in New York. Close to the city, too.
I met a man on the field and tried out some of the Rebs slang terms I have learned on in the camp. I started with a simple, "Hey." The replied and said, "Hey, Grayback." This is when I started, "You all hunky-dory?"His next words surprised me, "Actually, I am pretty played out." My turn, "Then this‘ll be mighty easy." Where was I going with this? "I’m a pretty hard case to crack." "Probably not as a jailbird." "You can’t possibly break me. I’m as fit as a fiddle." I whispered to him, "Skedaddle! First let me pretend to kill you, then run. Don’t let anyone see you." "Go and shoot me with your Pepperbox." "Will you dodge and run, possum?" "Yeah," I shot my gun next to his head and ran into the fight. I didn't look back at him.
I wish the drills were a little easier to deal with. They have us go back and forth between the swamps and camp, marching in rows and rows of men, making us go forth as one unit, and all that superb things. If you do something wrong, you go into a dug out hole in the middle of camp to be mocked and laughed at.
Names: Cole, Ashley, and Aamina
When creating our story we read pages 1, 2, 3, 4, 8, and 14.
Your job is to interview the fictional character of Jeremiah Handley and
write out the answers as you believe he would have given them.
Make sure to include information or ideas drawn from your analysis of
primary sources. Cite the source material as your teacher directs.
Interview question 1 : Jeremiah, when you chose to __enlist into the Southern army with your brother__, what caused you to make that choice?
When I chose to go with my brother and enlist, was only making this decision because I knew I couldn't take care of the farm myself and that my mother was a strong woman and she was in good hands with our neighbors.
Interview question 2: Jeremiah, looking back what is something in your life that you are proud or happy about?
Well, I am very happy that I left my mother at the farm so she is now alive and well and did not have to see the horrors of war. I have yet to go and visit her because she has not written to me since last month.
Interview question 3: Jeremiah, what is one thing about your life you wish had been different?
My father dying would have given this story a whole different ending. I might still be at home or running the farm.
Interview question 4: Jeremiah, __did you get punished for going into the army under age__?
Not, really. I stayed hidden in camp for most of the time.
We had a song we sang in camp to lift our spirits. It was a simple song that could work for either side's soldiers. I memorized it toward the beginning of camp, but never had time to write it down. Now, here it is:
Once upon a little hill
was a line of men that sent a greater chill
world was set for all to see
we sent the end from sea to sea
Then the light came through the clouds
and the men dispersed all around
We are home
We are home
The war is over
We have come to join you once again
I've been continuing my story lately. It's what I do in my free time. I don't drink, act, or gamble, so I write. Most of the soldiers do the other things. Sometimes I help with the theater work, making props or helping with costumes. Well, let me just say that the food here is pleasing for only a short period of time. The dried food wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst either. I though it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Until you have the same thing for a month. Then it gets just a little annoying.
most of the camp's soldiers are sick or wounded. i am lucky just to have broken my arm. I'm not sure which one is better, being the one suffering near death or watching them all in the ground.
It's all over. I don't know what to do now. I wish I could go home and see my brothers, but the thought of returning makes me sick. Maybe I can send a letter to them and we could meet somewhere. My mother is one thing I could deal without. John and Marco took turns writing to me and I know they are not worrying because I told them I wouldn't be writing back. Mother wrote but three words, "Serves you right". The thought that I am still alive shows her that I can still suffer. That she can still beat me and think that I am to blame for my father's death. This is why she was happy to see me go. I might just go ask the blacksmith how the family is doing and ask if I had enough experience as an apprentice to open my own shop somewhere south of town.
I went to him and he said my brothers are alright and he will tell them I came to visit, but not where I will go. He will also tell my mother that I regret nothing. He believes that I will have a fairly easy time opening my own blacksmith's shop.
In New Orleans. Most of the soldiers are laughing at the way I talk or the way I treat the Union soldiers, but I just shake it off. Soon, I'll be out of this filthy place and back with my family. They don't understand why I sit here while they taunt me senseless. Tonight is the first night I go report. I will first have to check what we are doing from the corporal.
I talked to him. He doesn't seem to expect anything to happen here. I'm heading to the coast a few miles away from camp. No one noticed me leave. I'm as alone as I'll ever be. A man said he would meet me there in green. I am wearing a green bandanna, as well, so he may recognize me.