Intro
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1864. It was a warm summer day. The sky was clear and a calm breeze swept over our uniforms as we marched on to battle the Yankees at clearing in a nearby forest. I had seen few battles in my day and I have to admit I was very nervous. I was a good soldier and handy with a gun but some how that alone was not enough to comfort me.
We met the North head on. Immediately the bullets began to fly, falling like deadly rain drops from the heavens. Blindly I pressed forward, watching my comrads fall one by one. We were greatly outnumbered an outstanding two to one. All seemed hopeless.
I continued to fire into the mass in front of me. I shot at whatever I could, thinning out the enemy as best as I could possibly do as a lone combatant. I could hear the bullets zipping past my ears like angry bees. Each time a bullet missed my flesh I thanked God that he spared my life. Though I was lucky thus far, I expected death. Soon my ammunition would run out.
Darkness.
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