The morning started out cold, damp, and wet. I was just waking up. It must've been about five forty in the morning. The sun was beginning to rise in the east. Horn's were blowing to wake up the entire battalion. There were hills in the distance that seemed to go on forever. We were gearing up for the battle that would hopefully change the tide of the war. As a black serving for the Union, I couldn't ask for anything more than to be free! With my bayonet in hand, and my partner right next to me, I was the happiest negro alive. Knowing that this war would change the face of America in the coming years, I couldn't be any more appreciative than this. Now, I know what you might be thinking. "A black negro knows how to read and write?! That's absurd! This negro should go back to being a slave!" Well to hell with slavery! Every man and woman should have their own rights! WE should all be freed from this tyrant we call slavery!
