Henry Fleming had always dreamt of being a hero. He couldn't wait to join the army and become glorified. He always imagined himself coming back home with great wounds and telling stories of his great deeds. Or dying in battle and leaving his family and tons of sobbing women behind. All would be talking and telling tales about the brave young man that died for his country. However, when his mother finally allowed Henry to go, nothing could prepare him for the challenges he was about to face.
Along the way to Washington, Henry and his comrades were highly thought of. The food was great, the women flirted, and old men patted them on the back and praised them. Henry was so struck with pride that he didn't believe the veterans when they warned
Along the way to Washington, Henry and his comrades were highly thought of. The food was great, the women flirted, and old men patted them on the back and praised them. Henry was so struck with pride that he didn't believe the veterans when they warned