We reached the military base midday, and we were a dirty bunch of fellows. Our gray uniforms had been reduced to a brown shade from all the mud we had on our shirts. When an officer saw us he said, "What did you do, fight a war?", Laughing as he walked off. I went to the main commander's office, and knocked on the door. A middle aged man answered, with a long, handlebar moustache. " By golly, you look like a pig." He told me here to go with the other men to wash up. Oh how I loved taking baths. I had just gotten cleaned up, and I was forced too start training. All my cleanliness was gone, replaced with the old feeling of sweat and grime.
Timelapse- 2 months later
I had been training again and again, and it had been ecspecially hard with my false leg. I was forced to run, jump, and do fake battles. Although, I now was more physically fit. I frequently wrote to my parents, telling them all about my training and the daily life of a soldier. Every night, I promised I would find that girl back in South Carolina after the war was over.
One day, the main commander told me to come to his office, to speak to me in private. " You have shown excellent skills and tactics in training son, and I expect nothing less of you as an officer, congratulations, you have moved up in rank." He gave me a new stripe to put on my uniform, and I stepped out of his office, suprised. He had also given me a new mission to go on. How had I gotten to this rank so quickly? Was there another factor involved? I shrugged off the idea, because I now had a job to do.
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The Civil War: A Soldier's Story
Historical FictionA man travels across the country in the Confederate Army and experiences many major battles and events.
