Journals of a Southern Gentle Man (Part3)

a history project

Dear Journal

 

May 9th 1864

 

Today was a proud moment in my life as a soldier, but a low point as being a simple Christian man from Ireland. While battling the Yankee opponent today in front of The Spotsylvania Court house today I did something that shall haunt my mortal being for all my days in this life. Yankee General John Sedgwick was wide in the open, so I lifted my musket and pulled the trigger.

 

I know that men haven fallen because of me before, but I never experienced death before like I have when I saw Sedgwick fall of his horse and land in a pool of his own blood.

 

General Lee himself praised me for my “good work” but why is there a whole slowly growing larger in my heart.

 
Sincerely,
Rory McFinnigan

 

P.S. sent a letter to Annabelle today, told her a few names I would like to name our baby girl.