Journal Entry 1
Today is the first day of when I enlisted. Naturally, I am the lowest rank because I have never fought in an army myself. I am on the Union side of the army and fight along with my four brothers. I have heard that some families are separated by the war because they have different ideas on the topic of slavery. I could not imagine fighting against my own brothers. I myself think that slavery is wrong, that's why I'm on the Union side of the army. I used to live on a small farm in California. Some times I really miss home and wonder why I'm even fighting in the army. Wouldn't it be batter just to stay safe at home and let other people settle the war. But deep inside I know that I'm doing the right thing, that's what keeps me going. I hope that our army wins, I hope that I don't die, I hope that none of my brothers die, I hope my family stays safe. I hope for many things,but most of all I hope that god stays with us and helps me and my family though the war.
Journal Entry 2
Script: (M- Mounika, J-Jessie)
M- Today is the day we go into our first battle.
J- I am carrying an arkansas toothpick and a pepperbox. What about you?
M- I have my possum right next to me, and I am carrying hornets.
J- I have butterflies in my bread basket.
M- These people will be hard case to beat.
J- We are both very played out right now.
M- I’m very hungry, do you have any goobers?
J- Why don’t we just grab a root?
M- Sure, we were whipped pretty badly.
J- Yes we were.
M- Our general has no horse sense.
J- Yes, he shouldn't have made us charge into the battlefield.
M- Let’s go to sleep.
J- Yes, we need to be fit as fiddle for tomorrow’s battle.
J- Goodnight to you too.
Journal Entry 3:
Dear Mother and Father,
It has not even been a week since I have enrolled in the army and I have seen more punishments than I have in the rest of my life. I myself have not had a punishment yet, I couldn't even imagine being scolded by a high ranking official. Oh the shame! I have seen simple punishments such as carrying a log and marching around camp. But, I have also seen much more severe punishments. I believe the worst is sitting in this very uncomfortable position in which your arms are bent under your legs and held high while your in a squat position. The other terrible one is having to shave off your head and walk around in a big sign that says thief while drummers are walking around you so it makes sure that everyone knows your a thief. This punishment is given if you steal from a injured friend. I don't know how I could stand it if I got a punishment. I would rather by humiliated than kept in a very uncomfortable position and be hurt. This morning I just witnessed someone having to wear a barrel and march around camp because he forgot to shine his shoes. Some generals are really strict, but others are a little bit more easy going. General McClellan is the most strict compared to all the other generals, and most privates like me are kind of scared of him. He could basically make us do whatever he likes. I must go shine my shoes, I wound not want a punishment for such a small thing like that.
Journal Entry 4:
Group: Mounika, Daniel, and Alyssa
1) Jeremiah, when you chose to for the the Union, what caused you to make that choice?
I chose to go to the Union, for many reasons. First of all, I believed that slavery was wrong and that if I was going to fight in war, I might as well fight for the reason I believed in. But, there were other things that held be make back from going to the Union side. Things such as the fact that I might never see my brother again and that I might accidentally injure or even kill him in a battle if I fought against him.
2) Jeremiah, looking back what is something in your life you are proud of or happy about?
I am proud that I joined the Union side of the war and fought for what I believed in. I am very happy with thee fact that I was a proud soldier fighting for what I believed in and didn't back out of the army because I was scared that I could die or get seriously injured.
3) Jeremiah, what is one thing about your life you wish had been different?
I wish that my parents didn't die when they did. I wish this because I know that if my dad didn't die, my older brother, James, would never have gone off to war. I wish that I got to see my brother after we both returned from war.
4) Jeremiah, ___?
(Ask a question that makes Jeremiah talk about one of the issues brought up at the end of the story you chose to create.)
Jeremiah, how did you feel when you were fighting in the war? Were you scared or excited? What was life like when you were not fighting a battle? Did you ever get punished while in drill or daily camp life?
Journal Entry 5:
(tune of Dixie)
I wish I was in the land of LA.
Fun times they’re never forgotten;
Went to war! Went to war! Went to war! LA Land.
In the land where I was raised
Early on one warm summer day,
I went to war! Went to war! Went to war! LA Land.
Then I wish I was in the land of LA, Boohoo! Boohoo!
In LA land I’ll aim for dreams.
To live and die in LA!
Away, Away, Away off west in LA Land,
Away, Away, Away off west in LA land.
Journal Entry 7:
It's unbelievable how many of friends have died in the war for so many different causes. Luckily, none of my brothers have died yet and I am very grateful for that. It's easy to see that the most number of deaths comes from diarrhea. I never knew someone could die from diarrhea, but like so many other times, I have been proved wrong. Someone in my camp died of pinkeye, it was the least common thing, and everyone was surprised. Many soldiers also die from infections from wounds because of the unsanitary conditions in camps and hospitals. This just shows that we need much more supplies, especially clean spring water. It is unimaginable to even think about the pain a soldier would have to go through when they are amputated. The doctors barely know any information on how to take care of the wounded or sick. They believe in little remedies such as rubbing whisky on the soldiers chest, putting burning coals on their feet, or making a small cut in the soldiers wrist to help cure the soldier. I myself believe that these cures are rubbish and will never work. God forbid that I or any of my brothers get sick or injured. Goodbye journal, until I write again.
Journal Entry 8:
I never knew I could miss home so much, with the cherry orchards and all the farm animals. The war has ended and I am happy that me and my four brothers were able to make it back home without any serious injuries. I'm happy that our side, the Union, won the war. Even though slavery is abolished, there is still a lot of segregation. I hope that there is not another war for segregation, and if there was, I would by no chance take part in it. I've done all the fighting for my lifetime. I really don't know why I'm still writing in my journal, I am home and with my family. Happier than I was since four years. I can't wait to take a shower and have fresh drinking water. I'm also very happy for all my friends in the army who returned home to their family. But, I feel sorrowed for those families that won't ever have a brother, dad, or son again, those families that will wait, and wait, and wait longer and longer for their son to come home. Their sorrow and sadness just shows how lucky others are to return home. This is probably the last time I will ever write in this journal necause now I am home . Goodbye journal for the very last time.
Journal Entry 6:
Food at camp is disgusting. Hard tack is the worst, it is basically flour and water. Worms and other bugs can be found inside hard tack. Imagine eating a worm. DISGUSTING! Oh how sometimes I absolutely hate war, especially food at war. I miss the roasted chicken and corn from the farms at home. Fresh vegetables are scarcely found. Most of the time it's just hard tack and meat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I myself don't know exactly how to make hard tack. But according to the chef at camp, it is a simple procedure that takes only four steps. First, mix the flour, water and salt together, and make sure the mixture is fairly dry. Then, roll it out to about 1/2 inch thickness, and shape it into a rectangle. Cut it into 3×3 inch squares, and poke holes in both sides. Next, place on an un-greased cookie or baking sheet, and cook for 30 minutes per side at 375 degrees. Lastly, when it’s done, you’ll want to let it dry and harden for a few days, just out in the open. When it has the consistency of a brick, it’s fully cured. Then simply store it in an airtight container or bucket. To prepare for eating, soak it in water or milk for about 15 minutes, and then fry in a buttered skillet. You can eat it with cheese, soup or just plain with a little salt added. Since the recipe is so simple, the chefs make it a lot. I hope to write again soon and I must go send a letter home before I go to bed. Good night dear journal.
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