I could feel the adrenaline pump through my veins, and a sick sensation of excitement run through my head. I am a homely man, and spent most of my time indoors studying and tending to my children. I had never experienced the fear of my own death, and the danger of battle. Yet somehow, I felt happy. There was no way I could explain this feeling, and in fear of my fellow Union soldiers thinking I am deranged, I stifled my smile. I was running through the forest which consisted of brush and trees, located between the counties of Spotsylvania and Orange. The hues of green and brown blurred past me, and the entire moment became a collage of sweat and leaves. I almost wanted to laugh every time I tripped over a stray root, and the same applied …show more content…
His moans seemed almost haunting, and the grass around him was stained a dark crimson color. Surprisingly, his wound wasn’t as bad as I had expected. The bullet grazed the side of his right arm, blowing right through his uniform. The contrast of the bright red color against the deep blue uniform made it seem much worse that it could have been. The soldier looked over to his arm, groaning, and began hyperventilating. His sense of panic and fear spread to me, but I had to fight through it. I dropped down to the floor, and tried to coax him out of his state of terror. I forced him to look at my, placing my hand on his chin, and told him “It’s fine. You’re a soldier, a warrior, you can make it through this.” I smiled weakly, and when he smiled back in response I knew I had helped, atleast a little bit. I muttered under my breath “It certainly will still hurt,” but he couldn’t hear. I unpacked my case, and got out my roll of gauze. Since it wasn’t too bad, and I didn’t have to perform an amputation right then. I rolled out the thin bandage, and tied it tightly again his wound. He sucked on his teeth, making a hissing sound. I cut off the bandage, and signaled that it was okay. I continued on my way, looking for more injured