My hands are numb and my shoulders shake with the cold.
I sit on my arse in the cold damp grass,
the campfire does nothing to warm this situation.
It just cracks and spits at the damp wood.
Hardly a word is said and yet my
mind is full of screaming and shouting.
If I pissed myself once this day
I did it four or five times,
never has my cock leaked so much
yet I haven"t shit in days.
Food is low but moral is good
and we all have high hopes
for tomorrows battle.
I am under Pickett"s charge
yet my mind is wild
and my heart seems to over beat,
there is a knot in
my stomach the size
of my fist,
so I think
of home
to calm down.
Virginia.
I watch my mother
hanging out
washing with
her thin hands.
I gulp and wonder
if I shall see her soon.
She died three
years ago.
excellent piece really shows what the soliders went through.The thing is many who real about the civil war read general things but if they dug deeper they would be in shock to really know just how much they went through..I know I've done the reading..