The wagon train soon started up again. My heart still thumped from my close experience of getting hit by a shell. I didn’t know what could happen next, so I was mighty scared, but I was extremely curious too. When we were behind the breastworks, we started to unload our supplies. I wanted to help, but Cush wouldn’t let me because he wanted me to stay out of sight. I should’ve stayed out of sight, but I had to get a look at the battlefield. As I stood on top of my wagon, I noticed that there were an abundance of bodies littered on the battlefield. I felt sorry for all those men who died because of this war. While I watched the Rebel soldiers pick up the bodies, I heard a bullet fly by me. I quickly jumped down from the wagon and told Cush I
