The Civil War: A Soldier's Story

Chapter Six: The Town

Chapter Six: The Town

After the tragic bear attack, our caravan was stopped by a large fallen tree in the road. We had to had back to the fork in the road, and take a different path. "You saved us back there, boy." I hated that people called me "boy", but when your are talking to a man 2 times bigger than you, you better shut up. " I don't deserve a thanks, because I was the one who attracted the bear in the first place." "Well, you did give us some fresh meat though."

The sun was setting off in the distance, making large shadows behind the mountains and ridges. Me and some other men stopped our horses, and hiked to the top of a small mountain. We watched the sun set, and I wondered, how can such a beautiful world be full of so much hate?

When we started leaving, something caught my eye. It was a dit of light out in the wilderness. I told the other men about it, even though some thought that there were hostiles, went anyways. As we got closer, I began to see old gravestones, covered in moss and grime. I looked at some, and they dated back to the Revolutionary War. As we got closet, I began to see the remains of houses and other buildings, all covered in a layer of vines and moss. We finally came up to the building with the light in it, and it was an old man. We knocked on the old, rotten door, and he let us in. He sat us down next to a fireplace, and put on a fire. He told us that he had served in the Mexican American War, and that when he had returned home, there was nearley no one left. Finally, when all the trapping jobs were gone , he was the only one left. He said that he was born here, and he would die here. The man then invited us to stay, and I was glad to have a roof over my head. That night, I thought about all the gravesrones out in that cemetery, and all the new ones that were sure to come from this war.