The year of 1862 is upon me and I have just answered to the president's call for 300,000 men to muster in the army. I ought to think that signing up is not about the liberal bounties in the form of greenbacks, but the dignity of true patriotism. Today my focus is to round up all my possessions in order to prepare for my arrival.
I arrived to camp a couple weeks ago, and I found it more agreeable than I had anticipated, with new cabins built out of cedar that smelled of woods. The countless leisurely activities showed of great amusement such as forms of gambling, cards, and the sounds of joyous musical instruments that filled the air. I went to be examined by a sawbone when I first arrived, and to my pleaser, I proved fit for service in the army. I would stay and serve until my furlough in three years time. That night, each man got rations of salted pork and stale bread known as hardtack or sheet iron crackers that we prepared ourselves over the blazing fire. The roaring flames portrayed neon colors …show more content…
It has been three weeks since the battle near the coast, and before I left to return to camp, I was told I needed an amputation and they needed to pursue it then or I would perish. I don’t know how to describe this awful feeling of never being the same again. It’s like you’ve been put in a body that always seems to fail when you need it the most. Back at the battle, I remember the surgeon coming in the tent with all his intimidating tools that had previously been used on another patient, for they had blood dripping on the sticky mud. Luckily, the rain tapping on the roof of the tent provided a distraction that even brandy couldn’t cure, and that was the simple reminder of God. I knew He was with me as the surgeon finished sterilizing his tools and tore through my flesh. I also knew He was with me when I survived the tragic procedure and was blessed with the honor of life. Now, all I have left to do is
I arrived to camp a couple weeks ago, and I found it more agreeable than I had anticipated, with new cabins built out of cedar that smelled of woods. The countless leisurely activities showed of great amusement such as forms of gambling, cards, and the sounds of joyous musical instruments that filled the air. I went to be examined by a sawbone when I first arrived, and to my pleaser, I proved fit for service in the army. I would stay and serve until my furlough in three years time. That night, each man got rations of salted pork and stale bread known as hardtack or sheet iron crackers that we prepared ourselves over the blazing fire. The roaring flames portrayed neon colors …show more content…
It has been three weeks since the battle near the coast, and before I left to return to camp, I was told I needed an amputation and they needed to pursue it then or I would perish. I don’t know how to describe this awful feeling of never being the same again. It’s like you’ve been put in a body that always seems to fail when you need it the most. Back at the battle, I remember the surgeon coming in the tent with all his intimidating tools that had previously been used on another patient, for they had blood dripping on the sticky mud. Luckily, the rain tapping on the roof of the tent provided a distraction that even brandy couldn’t cure, and that was the simple reminder of God. I knew He was with me as the surgeon finished sterilizing his tools and tore through my flesh. I also knew He was with me when I survived the tragic procedure and was blessed with the honor of life. Now, all I have left to do is