Six months earlier….
All the training and all the preparation was tiring. Every day we were coming up with new battle plans. All these plans we thought were able to beat the Union. We were ready, six months flew by fast. Now it was time to fight.
The day was April 25, 1846. One of our Cavalries just attacked a small group of U.S. soldiers. They were …show more content…
We attacked then they attacked. It was like a game then slowly they started to win. I will admit it was scary. I was always fighting for my life. Almost always there is bullets flying at me, there is people dying around me, there’s gun shots in the air and there are people screaming in pain. It isn’t the place that I would love to be in right now but I have to do in for what I think is right. I wish I just didn’t have to worry about some of my friends dying. I mean, just the other day one of my closest friends was shot and he was slowly dying and there was nothing that I would do about it.
One year of fighting went by faster than it seemed. We weren’t doing too well in the war either. Each time we tried to make a move then the enemy would just stop us in our tracts. We would eventually just have to fall back and it wasn’t fun having to run away every time. It was almost like they knew what we were planning on doing.
There were times were I came mighty close to death. There was one time were a giant bomb fragment hit the tree I was standing right next to. If I would have been standing 1 foot to the right then it would have taken my whole head