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Personal Narrative: My First American Civil War

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Civil War The year was 1861 and the first battle had already begun. The country was now divided as two teams, the confederates and the unions. I wasn’t looking forward to the upcoming battle that was about to happen. I sat in my tent in silence, thinking about what might happen. Starting to feel uneasy about this battle I grabbed my rifle for comfort. It felt weird that I look at my gun as a safe object. I laid back and sighed. I let my guard down for too long, I needed to get it up again. In just a few minutes, I know my long hard day will start soon. This day will be especially rough in order to prepare for the battle. I got up and peeked out of my tent, just to see a beautiful orange and pink sunrise. All of the soldiers were starting …show more content…

I was still half asleep and I missed having a simple cup of coffee You. never realize how much you take for granted until it all gets taken away. I was still adjusting to not having all of my belongings and my regular schedule. Such as no sleep because of all the horrific thoughts going through my mind, at first I wasn’t sure if that was normal but apparently it is. The day went by surprisingly quickly. I did long tiring drills while standing in the hot sun. The more I thought and dreaded the battle, the faster it came. Before I realized, I was standing in the front lines ready to fire away. However, before I blindly shot at my enemies, something painful stopped me. It was all a blur. Next thing I know I feel a sharp pain in my arm. I collapse and land head first. My breathing became hard and heavy. My eyes felt like they couldn’t stay up on their own. Everything was blurry and I couldn’t focus on one subject. I just needed to make the pain stop. I closed my eyes slowly. Blackness. “Life’s hard being a soldier, ain’t ?” I woke up to the sound of a scruffy voice asking me a question. My head throbbed and it was painful to open my eyelids. I inhaled and immediately started coughing. Ouch, even my chest hurts. I groaned and felt how dry and scratchy my throat felt. “Hey man, there’s a full cup of water right next to

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