As I went down to the river to pray, studying 'bout that good ol' way. And who shall wear the starry crown? Good Lord show me the way!
Carter Calhoun leaned against the tree and looked at the southern states before him. Many were worn out. Their faces were dead tired. Some bloody, some beaten, some even dirtier than their uniforms.
The South Carolinian looked at some of them. His older sister, Caroline, looked too tired to even sit up. She had kept watch each night ever since the war started. His eyes averted over to Tae. She didn't have a single trace of happiness on her usually smiling face. She had been scarred and hurt. His eyes finally landed on Robbie. What was going on in his mind? Was he cursing the ground the battlefield was on? Was he praying he would make it out alive? Carter would never know.
He was the one that started it. Now he wanted it finished. He walked away from the small camp down to the river, fell on his knees, and prayed.
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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
