Letter To A Union Soldier

This letter was written by Confederate Soldier J.C Morris to his wife in a camp near Lanjer, Arkansas on May 10, 1863. Morris served in the 21st Texas Cavalry, Company F. Morris’s rank is unspecified, however because the letter is fairly well written he was likely educated and was therefore likely a higher rank such as a Sergeant or possibly even an officer. In the letter, Morris describes killing and capturing the “Yanks” with minimal loses. He writes “ We captured a good many prisoners while in Mo. and killed a good many.” As a result of his unit’s successes, Morris at the time was likely still hopeful that a Confederate victory was possible. He writes of the Unit’s triumph against Union forces in the line “The yanks boasted that we would

Life during the Civil War was not a pleasant time. There was basically utter chaos

The soldiers there helped everyone suit up for war, our uniforms on with a M16 on our side. Also, we had a bag full of bullets and more guns just in case we needed more during the battle. We were loaded to a truck to get to the battlefield, it was 3 trucks overall. I was able to fall asleep after the first hour ride and was waken up 5 minutes before getting to the destination, we were told to get prepare for anything that could happen, be alarm for anything but don’t shoot your team members. War has began.

A young F. Carl Mahoney was off to Witchita Falls County in Texas. He enlisted in the Vietnam War. To then become a medical corpsman in the US Air Force. After 3 months of basic training in northwestnorthwest Texas (a barren desert, ) this man receivedreceived orders to report for medic duty in England. In Suffolk, England there was no combat, only lots of suffering and families in need.

Labor unions have existed in one way or another since the birth of our country in 1776. They were created in an effort to protect the working population from abuses such as sweatshops and unsafe working conditions. From the start of our Nation there were a few unions organized unions in a scattered fashion, but many were disbanded after they had achieved their goals, such as when the printers and shoemakers briefly unionized in Philadelphia and New York City in 1778 to conduct the first recorded strike for higher wages. Three years later in 1971 the first successful strike happened, when Philadelphia carpenters campaigned for a ten-hour workday. This caused the need for skilled and unskilled laborers to skyrocket during the Industrial Revolution and the Civil War and also got the ball rolling with Labor unions. At this point in our Country, there had been nothing done yet for workers’ rights, conditions, pay, and so on. People at this time saw that they could come together and do something to make their lives better for themselves and their families. Many of these dates were important in shaping our country’s labor policies into what they are today. In 1847 New Hampshire enacts as the first state to enforce a 10-hour workday law. In 1909 the International Ladies’ Garment workers’ Union calls a strike in New York, demanding a 20-percent raise and a 52-hour workweek. Within two days, more than 20,000 workers from 500 factories walk off the job. This largely successful uprising

Through examining the letters of a Confederate surgeon, the main motivation for Southerners to both fight and continue fighting in the American Civil War was hope. From the inception of the war, the South had major disadvantages compared to the North in almost every aspect of war; however, Confederates had remarkable confidence in the face of such weaknesses. The Union did have similar sureness in themselves, but the Confederacy displayed noteworthy hope throughout the entire war that was not expected under their circumstances. The Confederacy was outnumbered in men, weapons, food production, transportation, and so on, yet they had hope until the end. Each Southerner had faith that compelled them to fight in the war, but each Southerner had faith in different places. Confederates held onto different sources of hope – hope that the Union would quit, hope that the Confederacy would prevail, hope that they would return to their homes – but hope nonetheless was what drove Southerners in the war.

Along with this he also asked the chief to punish the man for the offense. He later went on in saying, “the woman is mine and I have worked very hard and painfully for her. My in laws made me pay through hard labor hence I request that you charge the gentleman in question Phuhi [a fine].”

Then the general told me to go back and help the main lines. On my way back the Union must have been pretty shaken from when the patrols were firing at the Confederates in the forest because when I was running back to join them, they were firing at me until I told them I was a Union soldier. They asked me some questions to make sure I was a Union soldier and not a Confederate spy. Then they told me to get in line and wait for the

In “Letters of a Civil War Nurse”, written in 1863, Cornelia Hancock’s account of the Civil War gives readers an account of the suffering and hardship of soldiers through the point of view of an Union nurse. This document written by Cornelia Hancock is an account as a nurse who went through the Battle of Gettysburg and the after effects. Through a series of letters written to her loved ones, Cornelia wrote what nurses went through during the times of war. At the time women were expected to be good wives; with Cornelia Hancock’s effort she was able to help soldiers and contribute to the idea that women are capable of much more than being good wives; women can be apart of war. With her background as a Quaker and her family history, Cornelia Hancock was able to contribute greatly to the war effort even though she was originally denied to becoming an union nurse.

interesting July 8, 1863 Civil War soldier letter written by Private Altus H. Jewel of the 77th New York Volunteers. The 77th was part of the Army of the Potomac's 6th Corps, which wasn't heavily engaged at Gettysburg and so became the primary unit in pursuit of the rebel army as Lee withdrew toward Virginia. Writing to his brother, Jewel described how the battle had been a "hard one and of a heavy loss to the rebels," and how his regiment was picking up rebel stragglers in great numbers. Jewel also lamented the accidental loss of his wallet ant all his money. The letter reads, in full:

“War at its basic level has always been about soldiers. Nations rose and fell on the strength of their armies and the men who filled the ranks.” This is a very powerful quote, especially for the yet young country of the United States, for it gives credit where credit is truly due: to the men who carried out the orders from their superiors, gave their blood, sweat and tears, and in millions of cases their lives while fighting for ideals that they believed their country or government was founded upon, and to ensure the continuation of these ideals. Up until the end of the 20th Century, they did so in the worst of conditions, and this includes not only the battle scene, but also every day life. In

I chose my primary source from the Civil War period. Besides the Tudor era in history, this is a time from the past that is most intriguing to me. I found my primary source on University of the Cumberland’s Library database through the website called The American Civil War: Letters and Diaries. Remington Norman published the letter in 1920 in Baltimore, Maryland in the work titled Women in the South in War Times. My source is an original letter that was originally written on July 20, 1864. A woman named Henrietta Bedinger Lee wrote the letter to Union General David Hunter.

It was 20 years after my wife was attacked walking home from a pageant. I am sitting in the living room of our little house. Our two kids, Nancy and Frank, are sitting on the floor playing with their new toys that they got for christmas. Nancy is my nine year old, stubborn little girl who is just like her mother. She prefers to hang out with boys instead of girls. Sometimes, I wonder if one of the boys she hangs out with will be her husband when the time comes. Every time they come over I always tell them to protect my little girl and to be safe. My wife Jean Louise, or Scout as people call her, is laying on the bed reading a book. It has been really hard for her to move these last few days, due to the pregnancy of our next little boy. We have decided to honor both of our childhood heros. His name will be Arthor Atticus Harris.

Civil War soldier letter (Albert) A Jones, Co A 19th Reg CV (Connecticut Volunteers), In Camp Near Alexandria, 4 pages in bold and easy to read pencil, we left Litchfield Station, got to Philadelphia and marched to Soldiers Relief and had breakfast and dinner in one meat and coffee, got to Baltimore, went to B (altimore) Sol (dier) Relioef and dhad supplier and slept in the Depot, marched to Washington and marched into a building that smelled worse than our ?Hag Jsen? ever did, were so hungry that we managed to swallow their greasy ditch water that they called coffee and some of their bread and meat.

My house is congested with my relatives and friends; my friends and family are here to wish me good luck and safe journey. My heart is filled with blended emotions. Although, I am frightened and somber, I am also thrilled and happy at the same time, as it is my last day at my house and in my country. Tonight is my flight to America. I’m moving to America, to be with my husband and to start a new journey of my life. I remember everything from my last day in Pakistan. I have never been the way from my house before. I have always been enclosed by my friends and cousins. My friends have always been with me in sunshine and rain. I cannot imagine a day without them. I never thought of leaving them. I didn’t realize how my life would turn around because of a ‘yes’. My childhood friend Sadiq, who moved to America ten years ago, asked me to marry him. Every person in my family liked him that’s why, without thinking of anything else I said yes to him and we got married in a year, when he visited Pakistan. We were excited to spend our lives together. What I didn’t realize until the moment I was at the airport that, I am going to a different country, where I don’t recognize anyone other than my husband. I’m leaving all my family and friends here in Pakistan. I didn’t know how to react anymore now, I was sad and crying as I entered the airport, yet I also felt joyful inside my heart. When I was at the airport with my family, my grandma kept saying to me, “you will