"Some glad morning when this life is o'er, I'll fly away. To that home on God's celestial shore, I'll fly away. I'll fly away, oh glory, I'll fly away. When I die, hallelujah, by and by, I'll fly away"
Nathan Jackson heard the talks of war. He was always told that he was too young to make comments about it. The Alabaman didn't like the sound of war. It would just tear them apart even more. His older sister would always tell him to cover his ears or to leave the room entirely. He wished he could fly away from it all. Some day, one glad morning, he'll fly away. Away from it all. Talks of war, the arguing between them, all of it. What glory that would be, huh?
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The Old South
RandomThe southern states have seceded. It's taken a great impact on each state. In this story, their reactions to this Confederacy is expressed in hyms
