John Ron's Journal

The life of a Union private

Soldier Selfie

Journal Entry #1

Who are you?

I, John Ron, live in a decent sized house on Long Island, New York with a mother, a father and two siblings. I'm 17 years old, I have a brother who is 13 years old and a sister who is 11 years old. I worked at the marketplace at which my father is the manager. When the war started my father got recruited as a corporal so I became a private under his command. I decided to join the Union because slavery is cruel and my father is a corporal on the Union side.

Journal Entry #2


JUSTIN= Soldier B

RISHI= Soldier V

D: Were running into a hard case here

B: There will be hornets flying everywhere, remember to take your Arkansas Toothpick and pepper box with you

V: Want some tar water?

D: I’m not getting wallpapered. I have to be fit as a fiddle

B: Me either, I want to have some horse sense when we are fighting

V: Yeah, just like the skunks tell us we have to do to be a top rail #1

D: That’s just Hunky Dorey.

B: I hope we will not have to see the sawbones after this

V: Yeah, but a healthy man is about as scarce as a hen’s tooth

D: Watch out the hornets are coming! We must Skedaddle!

B: Come on possums, lets go!



Soldier D fell off a cliff

Soldier B got shot and stabbed

Soldier V got all of his limbs amputated and died from blood loss

Journal Entry #3

Dear Mother and siblings,

I'm currently living in a camp in Virginia with father. Father lives with the other colonels, and I live in a clearing with tons of other privates and we each share our tents. Every morning we are given our food and we have to go to drill. We do drill all day from sunup to sundown except for a few periods in between where we are given many chores to keep us occupied. I have to polish shoes, clean tents and do all the dirty work. One morning I left camp to take a walk and when I came back I was forced to where the barrel shirt and waddle around all day. It was really humiliating and it was hard to do drill and all my other chores. Life at camp is miserable and I can't wait to come home.


Nicholas Edels

Photo Prompt: Color

This is the dense forest that I live in with the rest of my fellow camp mates.

Journal Entry #4

Jeremiah, when you chose to stay home and care for your mother

what caused you to make that choice?

I valued my family and didn't want her to be alone. Also I love her and she always takes care of me. I felt that I maybe could have prevented her death and I wanted to keep her company in what turned out to be her last day.

Jeremiah, looking back what is something in your life that you are proud or
happy about?

I'm proud of being able to join the side that I believed was right and not being pressured by my brother to join the Confederacy. Also I'm glad I chose the Union because I was fighting for what was right and helped make a positive change in the world.

Jeremiah, what is one thing about your life you wish had been different?

I wish my mother had not died because I loved her. She always cares about me so I felt it was time for me to care for her. Also I wish I still had her to talk to and someone who may have joined the Union side.

Jeremiah, do you know what happened to you brother?

Ask a question that makes Jeremiah talk about one of the issues brought
up at the end of the story you chose to create.

Yes. Sadly, my brother died in one of the last battles. He was shot in the head by a bullet from a rifle and his head flew into the air sadly. I which he was still alive though even though he chose the Confederacy. `

Photo Prompt: Morning

In the morning I wake up and Thomas is still sleeping most of the time, but he wakes up a few minutes later and we greet each other. He is one of my friends that I made at the camp.

Photo Prompt: Fun

Journal Entry #5

This is a picture of a chessboard. It was one of my pastimes at camp.

Dear Robert,

Camp life is miserable. There is miserable food and we have been stuck at camp for months. Also everyone is grumpy and bored to death. The fun activities are leaving. I pass time at the camp by playing chess and cards. Also I enjoy writing stories at times. My favorite food out of all the miserable food is the raw beef with ditch water. The recipe is any packaged meat that is really salty with water straight form the ditch.

Your friend John Ron

Journal Entry #6

Wake up in the morning

Polish your shoes

clean and cook

and bring in the fire wood


Then off to drill, drill and drill

Raising 10 pounds over the head

and marching round and round

all day long till the last sign of night


During break eat a little

do chores for fifteen minutes

always occupied

No down time


Then off to drill, drill and drill

Raising 10 pounds over the head

and marching round and round

all day till the last sign of night

Journal Entry #7

Dear mother and siblings

A lot of people had malaria and severe diarrhea. I'm safe for now but illness is spreading insanely fast. Also a lot of people have been shot in different places including the legs and arms so the doctors are very busy. One technique the doctors are using is amputation. They amputate the part of the body to prevent the spread of infection. For illnesses the doctors have medicines that do almost nothing. Every joke is turning into annoyance and people are sick as dogs.

Your son, John Ron

Photo Prompt: Battle

This is me in battle with one of my weapons, my sword.

Journal Entry #8

When me and my dad got home today after the end of the war there was tons of happiness. My house in Long, Island was in perfect condition. Also my mom made a feast that was indescribably good compared to what we ate at camp. I also got congratulated by my whole family for being on the winning side and surviving until the end even though I had to fight in the front row at the Battle of Shiloh. Also my siblings had grown so much and were already getting taller then my mom. The house had changed since the last time we were there and it looked a lot nicer and improved. Also it was indescribable how good it felt to finally be back in my own person bed. When I got home I sleep for 24 hours straight. It was a good feeling but the nightmares still haunt me, and always will, but luckily I'm mentally tough unlike others who are mentally scarred for life.

Photo Prompt: Home

This is my bed that I finally got to sleep in again when I got home