Staying in the South for the Civil War
I am Joshua Dobbs, and I am 20 years old. I am a confederate, that lives in Tennessee. It is the year of 1861. I am living by myself right now. My father is in the military. He is stationed in Mississippi.
In the morning, my daily routine is to brush my teeth then take a shower. I will then eat breakfast, and then take a run. When I get back from my run, I get the eggs and milk from the animals. I will then clean up and take the food to the brave men serving in the war. When I get back, it is usually around 7:30. I then eat lunch and then play a game of horse shoes with my buddies before it gets too late. Then I do some work around the house and feed the animals. I then take my clothing to the men in the war. It usually takes me a couple of months to finish a couple of outfits. Then I take a shower and eat dinner. Then I get ready for bed.
I hope you are doing well in the battles. I heard about the Battle of Gettysburg. I also heard that it was the bloodiest battle ever. If you are reading this letter I just want you to know that I miss you, and that I love you. It is getting really lonely here. I am waking up with no one in the house. Please come home.
It is Wednesday and I am heading to church. I always go to the Wednesday services. I have met a young lady that is nice and funny. I have invited her to come to church with me. When we get out of church, we swing by her house to get something to eat. We send the left overs to the men serving in the war. After we eat, we stop by and get some more materials for sewing. It is hunting season, but I am willing to give up my ammunition and my gun for the war. We go back to my house and get something to drink and talk on the front porch. She stayed later than planned. It is now 6:26, and I am getting ready to send some water to the base.
When I woke up this morning, I looked on the porch and saw a letter. I ran outside and grabbed it. I had to share the information with my family, so I went to my mother's house. We opened it together, and it read...
I have received your letter, and it is pretty harsh out here. A lot of men are dying, but I am doing fine. I am getting ready to fight in the Battle of Petersburg. Hopefully I can come home soon. I am really looking forward to coming home.
It was a usual day until my daily newspaper came in. When I picked it up and saw Lincoln on the front cover, I immediately thought that the war had ended, but when I saw the headline I was shaking in shock. It stated that President Lincoln had been shot. I start panicking and run to my mother's house to tell her the news.
When I get there I start yelling that Lincoln is dead. She starts screaming, and she tells me to pack my bags. I have no idea where she thinks we are going, but I listen to her instead. We end up at the Lincoln's Funeral. There were tons of people that showed up. We found a spot, and we my mom started crying when the service began.
The whole world was shocked about his death. They are still looking for the killer, and they have narrowed it down to a couple of people. It feels like the whole world is dead now. He was the leader of our country, an he still is in a lot of people's hearts.