Sunday, April 30, 2017

1864 - Letter #3 -Marley

Letter to Henrietta from Captain Charles C. Ward

Dear adored wife,

Of course I miss you a colossal amount. We have been fighting a war against the Confederates for three years so far and we still have not beaten them, yet. The Shermans March has been a huge morale booster for the Union, though. We are going through the city of Atlanta and destroying everything. We are burning every store and factories that we come across. We are destroying every communication and transportation lines. We are destroying every farmland, even. We are literally destroying everything in Atlanta. We have even broken the railroads rails by burning it and wrap it around trees, so they can not use it again. They call it Sherman’s neckties. The reason that we are doing this is to try to take control of Atlanta because it is one of the few major manufacturing centers for the Graybacks. We have have stole and forage for food. What we have done has just been a huge pride boost for us because before this the Union army was in horrible shape. This year, only 136,000 soldiers for the North reenlisted, and 100,000 soldiers headed home. I wish I was one of them that headed home, but I didn’t want to disappoint you. I know that we both want this war to end and me come home, but I have to serve my country and not desert. Before the Sherman’s March, 65,000 soldiers died in just seven weeks. I heard that in the North, the public opinion began to turn against President Lincoln. Overall it was just horrible before that march and now during the march we have some pride and hope. Anyway, that is what is going on with me, how about you? I hope to see you soon. Write back.

 Captain Ward

Thursday, April 27, 2017

1862 poem

Gladiators Of The Sea
Sergeant Theodore Parrott
Iron Clashing, while sirens draw out.
Water boiling over the surface.
The air rushing arounds me.
Screams reverberate around me.
The men’s yells of terror coincide with their yells of victory.
Hope dwindles, control ceases, and muscle memory takes over.
Gun in left hand, cartridge in right.
Tear the cartridge, and pour in the content.
Push down the bullet, and draw the rammer.
Ram the cartridge into the barrel’s base
Remove your ramrod, and prime the cap.
Shoot, then repeat.
Two hours of crashing, and crushing the life out of my enemies and allies, not being able to tell the difference between friend and foe.
Hampton roads just in sight, over the horizon.
The fresh march air slices into my skin like daggers.
Pieces of metal flying with every small victory, and pieces of people with every small battle.
I yell, I scream, I cry as I watch people around me lose their lives for this hell of a country.
“The United States” seems more like “The Divided States.”
Chesapeake Bay never looked more red than blue.. But times are different.
This is war.
War is not selfish.
War is not greedy.
War is not just a battle of the best.
War is the deed of winning only for bragging rights, and reuniting past allies to off each other, and pick them to be killed one by one, person by person, soul by soul.
War is murder.
War is death.
War is devestation.
War is assassination by choice.
In war, your rank decides your worth.
The higher you are, the bigger the loss.
In war, people die.
Soldiers die painful deaths every day.
This country was born of war, and it will be destroyed by war.
A single day at a time.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

1863 Blog

     Dear Mother, I have bad news. My regiment has started to suspect that I am a southern spy. I obviously am not, however they don't believe me. I cannot be put to death because there is no incriminating evidence against me. But I have to be carful. Anything that I say or do could be used against me. Additionally one of my brothers in arms was withdrawn to the south. It turn out that our nurse was a spy for General Lee. I have no idea how she slipped under our radar but somehow she did. I never trusted her, but again because of the army's suspicions, no one would listen to me.

Ill keep you posted

your son,
Nealson McCook

1863 blog- Captain Scales

Dear Diary,

I think the soldiers in my regiment have started to grow suspicious of me. Fortunately they don’t think I am a women, but rather that I am a spy. I’m not sure which would be worse, them finding out the truth or them thinking I would betray my nation for those rebels. For these reasons I think it’s best to stop writing, at least until the suspicions and rumors going around calm down. These days the war continues with many casualties and unfortunately the bloodshed shows no sign of stopping. I’ve kept in contact with my family back home and they are doing well. It worries me that if something may ever happen to me It would not only put my life of the line but maybe even theirs.
                                                                                        May god have mercy on me and my family, Captain Scales

Abree meyer-Sergeant parrott

rap for 1863

i have no rhythem i apologize

Monday, April 24, 2017

Letter #2 - Marley

Letter to Henrietta from Captain Charles C. Ward

Dear beloved wife Henrietta,

I will try to write back as soon as I have free time because I love to hear from you and the children. I would really like some of your fresh cookies to hide in my cartridge box to eat, but I understand that mail to the army is very troublesome and difficult. The mailman must be doing something really important because I would have my cookies right now, right? The numskulls that work the mail company are not fighting a war, so how come they can not even deliver one little package. I am so sorry. I must be really tired from lack of sleep because of nightmares and picket duty. I want to thank you for the advice about how I should stay on the Union. Perhaps I was not thinking correct that day, also, just like most days. I guess I am an abolitionist and I believe the south violated the Constitution, like you. To be honest I do not really know right now. I am fighting the bloodiest battle yet: The Battle of Gettysburg. All of them have been horrible, but this one is by far the worst. There are already 37,000 casualties and it is only day two, so it is not good. I can tell you how bad the war is, but you would probably get bored and I am tired, so I will try to go to bed soon. At night, when we are not actually fighting, is the only time I have to write, so forgive me if it takes me a while. I hope to see you soon. Write back.

                                                                     Your husband,
                                                                      Captain Charles C. Ward        

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Dear Diary,
This week I've suffered the loss of one of my very close friends, Nurse Boyd. While she didn't actually die, she's no longer alive to me. She lives the life of a traitor which shall forever be on her mind. She has not only betrayed me as friend but has betrayed the secrets of my nation and the sacred trust we placed in her. While the Rebelling states have proved they are smart their are not smarter than us and that is a fact. A few days ago General McClennan was able to gain the battle plans for what is being called the battle of . This resulted in a huge win for the Union which is helping boost morale around the soldiers. We have gotten a few more volunteers these past few days too which helps due to the amount of injuries and casualties that come with being in the line of duty. If i’ve learned anything these past few days is that you can’t really trust everyone you come to know especially during times like this. Unfortunately I am also betraying the Union by lying about my own identity, although I am doing it so that I can fight for my beliefs and those of my country.
                                                                                                                                  Captain Scales    

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Letters #1 -Marley

Letter to Henrietta from Captain Charles C. Ward 

Dear beloved wife Henrietta,

I miss you and the kids. I hope you and our three baby kids are doing well. I wish I could be with you while having one of your freshly baked, delicious cookies. The best thing we have are hardtacks, which are just water and flour cooked into little biscuits. Some of the guys, union guys, of course, call them teeth dullers because they are as hard as a rock and it is hard to eat and bite. If we are not too hungry, we hit them with a stick to see who can hit it the farthest. I am just joking, we are always hungry. I just made that up because I am funny. Do you miss me and my hilarious jokes? I know this is surprising, but I might have done something wrong. First of all, I do not want to fight because it is a lot more brutal then I thought it would be. I saw a guy right next to me get his arm blown off. Believe it or not, but this war has family members fighting against family members; it is horrible. I know a couple of people in this situation. The second thing is, I might be fighting for the wrong side. Do you think I am? I personally think blacks are inferior, so should they still be enslaved? I do not even know why I signed up to be a recruit. I probably am just thinking loony thoughts because of lack of sleep, food, and water. You can not tell anyone and I can not tell anyone either about how I feel about the union’s and confederacy’s ideas about slavery. I really hope nobody finds this letter because if they do, I will get demoted, get a lower rank than captain, or worse, get killed. I just needed to tell you because you will know what to do. I hope to see you soon. Write back.

                                                       Captain Charles C. Ward

1862 Hayden

      Dear Mother,
           Your last letter greatly upset me. Hearing that my brothers leg is gone. It makes me worried that it will happen to me. However I have just survived the bloodiest battle I have ever seen. It was at Antietam. There were bodies everywhere. Limbs on the ground. Many of my brothers in arms have died. Im just lucky its not me. It very well could've been me though. However I was not as lucky as I could've been. I have lost an arm. But worry not, it was my left one and simply because I am right handed I was allowed to stay in the Union and fight.

    Your favorite two legged son, Nelson McCook

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

1861 Blog - Hayden

      Dear Mother,

  Life here is horrible. The rations are low, my regiment is all mean people who don't like me and don't listen to me. My leader is awful, as I have mentioned in letters before, is a mean and horrible man. I hate him. I am only saying this because I trust you, but if I find that other people feel the same way, we will make a plan to kill him. About going mad. I do not feel that way anymore. It's strange but I feel as if I have made it over a hump in the road. I have been desensitized. I have heard about this, some call it Army Fever, or the Killing Disease, but in all accounts it goes away quickly. The rest of the Union is in the state I was in last time I wrote you. 

       I'll Keep You Posted,
Your son Nelson McCook

Enlistment Blog - Hayden

Dear Mother, 

     I have been assigned to a regiment called the Furies. We have an awful regiment leader. He is ruthless and makes us.... Its hard for me to write about but he makes us.... Stand Still. It sends shivers down my spine. Anyway how are you doing in New York? How is Brother doing? Where he is stationed it is very dangerous at the moment so I am worried about him. Its hard up here having my beliefs. I know you never approved of slavery, and I know that is why you do not like the confederacy, but you know I feel differently. Slavery is an important part of the economy and it should be considered more before it is removed. It may be bad to treat humans like that, but someone had to draw the short straw right? However before we decide all this we need to bring the rebels back into the Union. 

    I have been through the wringer. I have endured many battles with only minor scratches. Still all the killing is getting to me. Im starting to sympathize with the Confederates. I have killed so many that I feel bad for them. I think I'm going mad. I have asked some other soldiers and they all say that they are experiencing some of what I am but not to the extent I am felling it. I don't know what to do.

               I will keep you posted,
  Your son, 
Nelson McCook

Monday, April 10, 2017

Blog #2- Captain Scales- Cynthia

Dear Diary,

Over the past few weeks I've been throughout different places in the country. I've seen many things in this amount of time some of which I would like to forget about. Blood has been spilled and i'm afraid the stain can not be cleaned. In the time since I've last written here I've been in many small battles but the biggest one so far has been the Battle of Bullrun. There were many casualties some of those who i've gotten to know and have gotten somewhat close to. I must admit though it was harder to win the battle than i thought it would be. The south is putting up quite the fight and it worries me that they might take this as somewhat of a victory such as we did in the Battle of Bunker and use it to gain more morale. I've been feeling stressed out not only do to this reason but the fact that i’m worried that someone will find out the truth about me. I’ m not sure what I would do in that situation, I can’t let myself or my sister down. Not after everything I've given up to be here and all she’s sacrificed for me.
 May God give me strength,
Captain Scales

Week 2 Sergeant Parrott - Abree

Week Two of The Civil War
So far, the battles haven’ been tha’ bad. We win most of em’ with few casulties. Everyone knows the Rebels have zero chance of winnin’. Even the battle of Fort Sumter, they lost. Them dixes  may as well go ahead and quit fore’ they embarass emselves’. In fact, they’s already did in tha’ battle o’ Ft. Sumter. My lord, that was a sad sad day fo’ them rebels, big loss for em’ n’ all. They’s got no chance wit’ this war. I think all em’ southern states needa stop makin’ this whole big thing outta everythin’. Wit’ em’ seceding an’ all, we’s coming off as a weak country an’ tha’ makes us seem small tuh’ other countries.
Then there’s tha’ battle o’ Bull Run. My god, them civilians best tuh stay outta’ the way. All they’s did was get in the way. We was gonna win, till’ they started gettin’ in tha’ why, panickin’ an’ all. It wa’ very rude o’ them tuh’ do tha’ an’ all, war ain’t no joke. Anyway’ i outta’ git’ back tuh’ trainin’. Till’ next week.

July 20, 1861 Postcard sent to Washington D.C. - Carolina

Dear father,
    The first battle of Bull Run was a big loss for us and a lot of work for me to handle. The Confederacy was much more prepared than we were. I didn't think I'd have to help heal so many casualty soldiers. The South won this battle and the North looked like cowards. We thought it would be an easy battle and everything would get settled, but the South had rebel soldiers who knew what they were doing and great strategies. We had a lot more soldiers than the South, but we also had a lot of desertion soldiers. I am getting more scared as to what will happen next. Even if nurses are protected I hope I stay well. I hope Washington D.C is doing you good. Try not to worry too much father. I will be back as soon as the South realizes what a fool they are for seceding. I'm not too scared though because I know mom is watching over me.
                                                                                                                      Your daughter

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Journal entry # 2 - Marley

Captain Charles C. Ward, journal entry # 2

July 21, 1861

We have been in war for a little bit of time now. The Battle of Fort Sumter wasn’t bad. No one died, except these 2 dimwitted people that died from one our cannons that malfunctioned, when we were surrendering our flag. I was smart and stayed out of the way and didn’t die from the cannon malfunction. After that battle we didn’t really do much. All I did was fix my gun, got more minie balls, and we talked about tactics to beat the Graybacks. I got bored, to be honest. I thought we were just going to kill all the Southern rebels and then our country would be united again. Today we were fighting The Battle of Bull Run. It was a lot worse than I thought it would be. I saw my friend’s arm get blown off. War so horrible and awful. I don’t know how much more I can take. I got a little time to write this because we have some pickets that are ready to fire on a potential enemy, so I will have a little time to put it away and get my gun handy, if someone does come. I’m wondering about if I want to do this anymore because it’s just so horribly disgusting and boring, when we have down time. I’m also wondering why I’m still doing this because I thought that we would kill the rebels and then our country would be united again, but that’s not the case. The only reason I went to war was because I thought it would be easy and our country would be quickly united, again. I don’t even think blacks are equal to us, so should they stay enslaved? I have to talk to my wife because I don’t know what she would think about me maybe leaving. If I talk to my wife, will think I’m not strong and courageous? I know I’m am, so she will probably think I’m too. I miss my wife and kids, so hopefully I will see them soon. So far it has been horrible, but I will see what tomorrow brings us.      

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Journal Entry 1- Nurse Boyd .

  Life in the military as a nurse has been a magnificent point in my life I thought I would never have to go through. A nurse doesn't only help casualty soldiers, we get to see the exciting war go on right in front of us and we're protected from guns and getting killed, which is the best part. When you're on the home front you hear about the awful war and our beloved soldiers getting killed, but on the field you get to help those soldiers and see something like never before seen. Your head has to stay concentrated even with troops big artillery and the loud, chaotic smoke of gunpowder and bloodshed. You have to work hard and fast to keep our soldiers alive. You get to see the Unionists and Confederate States in battle with the depressing view of bodies and body parts lying on the ground. You have to be strong and brave as a nurse because you may see bodies and gallons of blood everywhere. I admit to myself, the first time I started my nurse task I got scared and horrified at the sight right in front of my eyes. I learned to stay concentrated and to remember the privilege I get to have seeing a battle in front of my eyes and getting the soldiers strong and back to fighting. It may be a scary job but I find being a nurse a thrilling adventure. It's an exciting job for me, especially as a women. Women don't get the opportunity to be a part of a war and have a big responsibility every day. Women don't get the same rights as men and we have to work hard to stand our ground without disturbing men. That is why I admire my fellow women companions that found a way to be apart of the war, but i also admire women in the home front that have to work even harder with their husbands gone. During some of the battles I realized the soldier I was trying to help heal was a women. Somehow some women found a way to actually be in the battle. This left me to think that we as women are becoming stronger and we are starting to hold our foot down. I hope my father up in Washington will notice women need more rights so he can talk to congress about women’s role in America. But that is a dream that may never come. I hope someday he’ll realize that women are strong too. Until then I will keep helping our soldiers from dying.

Blog #1- Captain Scales

Dear Diary,

I never thought I would be in the position I am today. As a women living in 1800's when I was younger almost everything seemed impossible to me. I'm was not allowed to get the education I wanted, I'm was not allowed to vote and I wasn't even allowed to speak up. Stating at a young age I have been told by many people including some women that I couldn't do anything instead of being married and cooking and cleaning while my husband did all the work. If only they could see me now, I would love to see their reactions on their faces! If they ever realized that I Marissa Burland have not only infiltrated the US army but have actually acquired the ranking of Captain, something I could only dream about I was little I'm one hundred percent positive they would most likely have a heart attack. Although it is worth it, it can be very  hard at times especially since I have to keep my real identity a secret, thankfully my older sister Sally is supportive of me, otherwise I don't know what I would be doing right now. She has been covering for me and playing the role of my wife as long as I give her half of my wage. Ever since her husband died from a mining accident when they moved to the state of California she has been barely getting by. She has since moved back to Philadelphia where we were both born. Being a seamstress she doesn't really make much money to support her and her son (my nephew Billy). These next few weeks are going to be hard both on and off the battle field but for the time being I'm safe. Hopefully this war will be over soon without many casualties. Its bearly been a few weeks since ive been away from home but I already miss the homecooked meals.
                                                                                                            May God have mercy on me,
                                                                                                                                  Captain Scales

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Sergeant Theodore Parrott; Wk 1.

Week 1 Of Service-
Journal of Sergeant Parrott of the Union Army:

The day is the Twelfth of June, 1861. I been enlisted in the Union army, for the Civil War and I decided to make this journal, to write bout’ my experiences in this war. In fact, its been just two days that I fought in my first battle; The Battle of Big Bethel. My wife was mighty worried bout’ me, fightin’ those Confederates and all. They’re puttin’ on a mighty good fight, that’s fo’ sure. They’s a strong group of men, very hard workin’ but us northerners’  gonn’ knock the wind outta’ them. This war is ours to win, and we ain’t givin’ up till’ we win. Times are tough now, but we gonna make it.
What us soldiers really need, is for those border states to come and fight with us, instead of sittin’ on the side. They been actin’ as if this war gonna win itself. Why, they outta’ just go an’ have a picnic like them civilians did during the first battle. All they did was get in our way. By golly, we lost that battle too! We had us some thousan’ number of casulties that dreary day. Many times a week, we all sit down and pray that we’ll make it on through. None of us family-men wanna leave our women, and childs without a provider. I didn’t get much of a education, but I wanna see fit, that my son gets to grow up and be more of a man than his old’ pa. Charlie’s his name, and you can see just how smart that boy is, even if he’s still a baby. He deserves a chance I was never offered.
Now i'm a very patriotic man, I have much love for this country of ours, but when we is completely against each other like this, we can no longer be called the United States. Lately as ridiculous as it is, i been thinkin’ up sum’ names fo’ this country of ours.
-”The Used To Be United States”
-”The Slightly United States”
-”The We Accidentally Caused A War States of America”
Well, its gettin to be that time of day to finish up, and git to work. My wife, and my life will be in my prayers.
Signed, Sergeant Parrott

Journal entry # 1-Marley

Captain Charles C. Ward, journal entry # 1

April 8, 1861

Everything's all hunkey dorey because I’m so ready for war. I already have packed my haversack and said bye to my father. I’m worried that he wouldn’t do good without me. I been through the mill helping him all the time, so I don’t know who can replace me. He is the United States Senator from New Hampshire, so I guess he will be fine. My wife is a little mad at me because I’m going into war. To be honest, I do feel a little bad for her because she has 3 children to watch and has to do all of the chores by herself. She should also be proud of me though because I’m fighting to reunite all of those corncrackers in the southern states that seceded and were not loyal to the Union and nation. Today is the day I’m going to war. I said bye to my wife and children. They were sad and subdued because they love me so much and going to miss me. I’m going to miss them, too, but I’m so excited to go to war. When I got to the base they gave me my cartridge box and musket. I have not really done much so far and I'm a little bored, but I’m still really proud to serve my country.

1865 Blog-

Dear Diary, It's finally over. We've won, yet the bloodshed still continues. I've just received horrible news. Our president Ab...