Personal Narrative-A Day In The Life Of John Cook A Union Soldier

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

I will protect him and keep him in company, do not worry. Excitement fills my body as I think about my first upcoming battle, it might sound sinful. But I am thrilled. I pray that God will forgive me as I will probably take a few lives while fighting. I do feel a sense of guilt and confrontation as I am meant to take the lives of my fellow brothers. If only they hadn’t rebel. I find this new experience exhilarating, but. My heads seems to spin at the thought of dying. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid, because, I fear the pain of

Walking From Boston to New York I thought that we would never win the battle against the British. I couldn’t believe that I was going to go to war with the British. The British had so much more experience than we did, There were some people who didn’t even have one bit of experience with weapons. Surely, I was nervous about going to battle. The whole time getting ready I thought about how much I’d miss my wife and our three children Lilia, Bethany, and Lucas. I thought to myself one day I won’t have to write to them, I can see them and tell them stories about the war. Right now all I need to think about is battling the British and surviving at the same time. Therefore, When going to battle being intrepid we

Yesterday I was at work from sunrise till it was pitch black dark. Today I am completely wrecked and can’t be bothered doing anything but tomorrow and for however long the war goes for I will be at it again and again day after day. The days that follow after the battle are a thousand times worse than the days of the battle and it’s not the physical pain that hurts the most it is the mental pain that leaves the mark. The dead people look sickening but they don’t suffer any pain, But the poor wounded soldiers that still have their life are suffering both physical and mental pain and are living through what some people would call hell. I pray to God that this ferial event will stop. Our Regiment started this morning for Harpers Ferry. I am told with a few others and the nurses to remain here until the wounded have been removed then to join up with the Regiment again. I am expecting there will be another massive fight at Harpers Ferry again soon. My Dear Wife I dream of the day I pass the Hibbards house and see you and Amy waiting outside our house welcoming me with open arms, I also dream of the day I am lying next to you in front of our open fire with our beautiful daughter. You

“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

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As the story begins it occurs during the civil war and a Union regiment that has been on a riverbank for weeks. Then we are introduced to Henry Fleming, a recent recruit in the 304th Regiment, where he hears the tall soldier named Jim Conklin say the regiment will soon move out. When the regiment gets their orders to move and begin to walk a long way to battle Henry begins to fear battle itself. The whole reason he joined was the glory earned from service. When the soldier began to near the battle they hear it in the distance and after fortifying a position the confederate army began to charge. Henry looks around and sees he is surrounded on all sides and he would not be able to turn back now. As the battle goes on he says he feels like a cog

John F. Kennedy once said,“Mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind.” War can only bring war not peace, war can only bring people dark and despair not bright. In the non-fiction memoir, “A Long Way Gone: Memoir of a Boy Soldier, is written by Ishmael Beah, an author from Sierra Leone, Africa. This is a memoir talk about Ishmael his experiences during the civil war in Sierra Leone. The civil war began on 23 March 1991 and lasted eleven years, enveloped the country, and left over 50,000 dead. When Ishmael was a child he need to run for his life and he became a refugee. He lost his family and home, he displaced by war. Moreover, he was forced to join an army unit for survive, he was

A Narrative of a Revolutionary Soldier is a book that focuses on a man named Joseph Plumb Martin during the time of the Revolutionary War. This book tells us about his experiences and his contributions during the war and what it took to be a Revolutionary Soldier. The main point of this book is to show the patriotism and heroism of Martin and those who served beside him. Martin was a young man when he joined the Army to fight for patriotism, and he fought throughout the entire war, which ended in 1783. Martin enlisted in the war even though it was against the wishes of some of those around him.

As the war dragged on and families were torn apart I was left wondering if it was all worth it. For those of those living in the North we no longer had to live as slaves so why should we suffer. When I feel like this I always stop myself because I know that I am being selfish. Everyone deserves to have freedom and live their lives the way they want it. With the Emancipation Proclamation it was now possible for everyone to accomplish their dreams. President Abraham Lincoln signing this into action gave hope to all of those who were still enslaved. After the war was over and blacks were freed we still had a long fight ahead of us. We now have to fight for equal rights so that not only we can have better lives, but our future generations.

We have come across a river that looks dangerous, so my family thought it would be a good idea to wait for the water level to drop. The next morning the water level was way lower than it was when we came across it. We had to wait one day, but we crossed and made it without any troubles. There was a group of Native Americans that looked interested in us so we decided to stop and say hi. Our family ate a meal with the natives and we even traded goods. After we left, we came across a native tribe that didn’t look friendly, but they didn’t spot us so we just kept going and avoided them.

The first thing that came crossed my mind was, they were white and tall. The tallest person of them, stood in front of the roll. I was lost in a moment, thinking of how such a person can be that height. Compared to our skin, theirs skin is white as snow. Theirs clothes were long and thick, as we barely even have a piece of clothes on. As the minute gone by, their mouth began to mumble and their face

Poorly armed, we marched onward. Our weapons were no match for the enemy's, of that we were certain, but our own freedom was at stake, and we were just as certain of that. And so we fought back, only with a larger sense of purpose and a stronger will. We were taking heavy losses, but nothing could discourage us at this point. We were so close, and had so much to lose, but just as much to gain. Organization was certainly not our strong suit, but yet we pressed on. This battle would be the most important of our lives, and we knew it. We were exhausted and the fighting had lasted for so long, but this would be the last of it. We would crush their remaining forces, or die trying. Our minds occupied only by the words of our leaders and the thoughts

September 20th, 2016 was the day I was dreading the most out of the whole year. That was the day when my boyfriend of almost two years would be leaving to begin his training as a United States Army Military Policeman. We had to wake up at six in the morning to begin our journey to the Gloucester Army Reserve office where his recruiter would take him to the Richmond International Airport to begin his trip to Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri. Saying goodbye to somebody who has been by my side nonstop for the past two years was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Little did I know, the next five months would be nothing but a few phone calls and occasional letters by mail.

Today after dropping the kids off at school my heart was broken. Due to Ryan’s disrespectful talking during the evacuation drill, he has been suspended from running in the cross country meet tonight. As I watched him struggle not to be controlled by his Asperger’s this morning, I felt sick to my stomach. He has worked so hard to learn to manage and he is a really good kid. This is the first meet of the year and the one he had a chance to win. He has run four miles a day since the beginning of the summer and it is all he talks about lately. His presence will be the topic of conversation tonight as he is the best on the team and the Captain. As if that is not enough his younger brother is also on the team and Ryan will have to go cheer