Ft. Sumter
Hello, my name is Jack. I'm a Union soldier located in Ft. Sumter, South Carolina. I am so hungry because we haven't had food for days. We can't go get food because the South owns all of the land near us. We are waiting to be resupplied here in the Charleston Harbor, but no Union ships have come yet....
The ship has come! We have food and ammo! Lincoln finally sent James Beckett to resupply us with food and ammo despite South Carolina's warning not to. Tonight we feast!
Later that night, after we ate so much we couldn't stand up, we got word that South Carolina had demanded an evacuation of the fort. Beckett said that Lincoln told him to stay put no matter what South Carolina says. He was trying to make it look like they started the war by having them fire at us first. I'm not sure When or how they will attack us, but I'm sure they will soon. And when they do, they will surely win.
I woke up to the sound of cannons even later that night. They were loud and I'm sure they just started because I couldn't possibly sleep through them. I ran out of my room and a guard was directing me to the shelter downstairs. I was well awake by then and I figured out that South Carolina had started firing bombs at us. When I had gotten down into the shelter another guard told me it was safe here and that I could sleep, but the noise me and all the other soldiers from doing so. It wasn't as loud as it was upstairs, but it was still very loud. I just sat there all night and most of the morning thinking and listening to the bombs. I wondered if they would ever end. I couln't concentrate with the noise. They said it was safe, but it didnt feel like it. At any moment one of the bombs could just come flying in here and kill almost all of us. At noon I got the guts to walk around and talk to some people. I talked with George and Mark from lunch until dinner. I realized I had forgotten the bombs, but when I listened again, they were still firing.
The whole next night was loud and sleepless. I was so tired in the early morning when they told me we were surrendering. I guess they couldn't put up with it much longer either. Within a few minutes the firing had stopped. I wanted to sleep, but knew I could not. Thirty-four hours the firing lasted, yet none were killed. e asked if we could do our 100 shot salute to the American flag. They allowed it, but we all regret it now. Somewhere near the 48th shot, George let his gun down and pointed at a pile of gunpowder. He fired and killed Mark, his best friend. He was so mad at himself from then on. He was scared to hold a gun after that experience. The Civil War had begun.
The ship has come! We have food and ammo! Lincoln finally sent James Beckett to resupply us with food and ammo despite South Carolina's warning not to. Tonight we feast!
Later that night, after we ate so much we couldn't stand up, we got word that South Carolina had demanded an evacuation of the fort. Beckett said that Lincoln told him to stay put no matter what South Carolina says. He was trying to make it look like they started the war by having them fire at us first. I'm not sure When or how they will attack us, but I'm sure they will soon. And when they do, they will surely win.
I woke up to the sound of cannons even later that night. They were loud and I'm sure they just started because I couldn't possibly sleep through them. I ran out of my room and a guard was directing me to the shelter downstairs. I was well awake by then and I figured out that South Carolina had started firing bombs at us. When I had gotten down into the shelter another guard told me it was safe here and that I could sleep, but the noise me and all the other soldiers from doing so. It wasn't as loud as it was upstairs, but it was still very loud. I just sat there all night and most of the morning thinking and listening to the bombs. I wondered if they would ever end. I couln't concentrate with the noise. They said it was safe, but it didnt feel like it. At any moment one of the bombs could just come flying in here and kill almost all of us. At noon I got the guts to walk around and talk to some people. I talked with George and Mark from lunch until dinner. I realized I had forgotten the bombs, but when I listened again, they were still firing.
The whole next night was loud and sleepless. I was so tired in the early morning when they told me we were surrendering. I guess they couldn't put up with it much longer either. Within a few minutes the firing had stopped. I wanted to sleep, but knew I could not. Thirty-four hours the firing lasted, yet none were killed. e asked if we could do our 100 shot salute to the American flag. They allowed it, but we all regret it now. Somewhere near the 48th shot, George let his gun down and pointed at a pile of gunpowder. He fired and killed Mark, his best friend. He was so mad at himself from then on. He was scared to hold a gun after that experience. The Civil War had begun.
