Letters To Confederate Analysis

I miss you and the others at home awfully, but the tedious past two years of battle have been in our favor, so at least my absence has been of some aid to the Confederacy. Life back at the plantation seems like a dream when you live as a soldier. Working on the vile-smelling fields with our slaves for hours upon hours will always appeal more to me than the copious hours of marching and drilling the generals put us through; the aching of my feet after every practice burns more than my throbbing fingers ever did. All of the pain endured because of my service cannot compare to the agony of being away from home so long. Calling what I feel “homesickness” would be a complete understatement.

One, however, still cannot ignore how soldiers like …show more content…
Sister, I can trust you with anything, this dark secret included, so you must take in the following information carefully and cautiously. Incase you weren’t aware, the latest battle I fought in was back at Chancellorsville. Although it was a technical win for the Confederacy, it was a devastating loss for myself. This was the second opportunity General Lee took to head north and the Union’s fifth attempt to capture Richmond, the still strong capital. Along with General Stonewall Jackson the two leaders directed us to victory over a course of three long and bloody days. After General Jackson was mistakenly shot at and rushed to the nearest hospital I accompanied him there. The amount of on-duty doctors was inconveniently low and there was nothing for me to do but assist the few present. Due to the amount of overwhelming stress and inexperience in the medical field, I handed the surgeon not only the wrong tool but an unsanitary one at that. You can understand how the graveness of this situation since I explained the massiveness of the filthy conditions in the camps and how they led to countless of soldiers’ deaths. To sum up this tragedy, that infected tool led to Jackson becoming terrifyingly ill until he caught a bad case of pneumonia and ultimately passed away. Sister, in a quick confession, I killed General Stonewall …show more content…
The fact of the matter is that I confided in you because not only was the inability to share my grief unbearable, but your advice would be greatly appreciated. If we are to ever meet again, maybe this will be an old joke. If not, this will be my final act of trusting in you. Either way, thank you for the unbelievable amount of support and thank you for still having faith in me. Wherever our roads lead in the foreseeable will bring us to one final destination-- ultimate victory for the