On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame. And I love that old cross where the dearest and best for a world of lost sinners was slain.
Monique LaPomeret looked around at the wounded soldiers among her. Some were shot and some were having limbs amputated. The Louisianian rushed out of the tent and out into the humid air. She paced back and forth as the thought about the suffering the soldiers were feeling.
Minutes seemed to go by fast and Monique stopped pacing, staring out into the open field. It wasn't everyday she would randomly think of hymns. However, today she remembered one to ease her mind off of things.
"On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross..."she muttered.
Maybe it would get better. Maybe the war would end and it would all be over. One could only hope. Monique was one of the many hopeful people.
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The Old South
LosoweThe 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
