This week’s newspaper arrived in the mail with the headline: 1,000 more people dying in the war. I looked at the image right beneath the headline. People were trampled to death, blood visible on the dirt roads. Bodies lay on the ground dead of dysentery as the devoted soldiers continued on. The image has haunted me ever since. All those people dead are men. I longed to join those brave and patriotic soldiers out there on battle front. It’s just that women can’t fight, but I know a way. Tonight is the night I have been waiting for. Tonight is the night I leave and go join them.
I saved every penny and nickel and hired a new nanny for the Tucker children. I have been taking care of them from the age of 15 ever since their father died in the war. I came with my only bag and few belongings. I am a yeoman to Martha Tucker but I also help take care of the children. She has farm hands for the 2 acres of farm she owns. Alice, Harriet, Matilda, Hannah, John, James, Henry, Thomas, Richard, and William Tucker are the many children Martha and I have to take care of. …show more content…
In the newspaper, an ad for a nanny was displayed. I met Ruth Hill yesterday. She’s the sweetest darn thing. I made the porch the most appealing as I could for her to stay for tonight.
Tomorrow Ruth begins, at daybreak. By then, I should be long gone from Seymour, Connecticut. I will be on my way to the nearest camp. It’s difficult to know what to say to the children and Martha in a note. My spelling is kind of crummy; I only had a month of education from my father before he left for the war. I have a strong urge to wake Ruth and tell her to leave. I have known the children for such a long time, everything is so familiar. I know what each day will