They sleep uneasily, tossing and turning as they have nightmares of the waking world, nightmares which pursue them even in their rest. Every so often, one of them wakes, shifting and shuddering, and I kneel beside the lad to reassure him that all is safe and the enemy is not yet at our gates
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Man, you really portrayed that wonderfully. Having grown up north, it always bothered me that the Confederates were always painted with such an awful brush. They were human, too, y'know? They weren't necessarily bad people just because they wanted to be independent. Yeesh.
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<3
Also, have you read The Tamarack Tree? It was an interesting historical novel, from the perspective of a British girl who had recently moved to the South when the Civil War began.
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The soldiers who fight and die in any war always have the least say about its existence. This story shows that really well.
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