September 18, 1856
Dear Diary,
Today I felt traumatized, little did I know that someone so innocent can get so brutally hit with a INFANTRY and suffer through the wounds that hit him. I remember a group of men with a dark blue cotton jacket, bringing in this young man around the age of 19 inside the room. Blood was all over his face and body. His eyes were about to close but I was the one to haft to keep him awake. My job was to wash his face off with a wash cloth. The doctor is trying take the bullets out and sewing up his wounds on his arm; the expression of his pain on his face made me tear up. The shriek of his yell makes me feel like I can feel his pain. I keep on sh-shing him to calm down , and it will be over soon. I tried saying how this will all be worth it in the end. At last I’m down washing him down from the dirt and blood; and the doctor is finally done with the stitches. But I can still hear this young boy whimpering. His eyes are bloodshot for the tears running down his face. I know this look bad but I am fairly sure this will be okay in the end.
November 11, 1865
Today was one of the most important days of my life, President Johnson signed a bill to give to me of the Medal of honor for Meritorious Service. This excites me so much, to be honored with this award, to be the only women to receive this award. I can still remember walking out to great President Johnson. I walked onto a blue carpeted down the hall of the White House about to walk into the Blue Office. The security grad was with me for whatever reason. He asked me “are you ready to go in?” I reply with a nod. I remember walking in and seeing writers and the President sitting at his table. My husband was sitting by the writers giving me a smile. The President stud up and handed me the document. Never in my life have I smiled so hard.
May 23, 1863,
Today I was captured by the south, Where I am now I have I do not know. I worry for my husband because he didn’t know about my plan of “ becoming a man.” Though he did question why I cut my hair as short as him. The person who kidnapped me locked me in a cellar. No food, no water. I try banging on the doors but no one will answer me. I remember people talking about taking me to a castle where the general is or what not. I am just worried that people will find me as not a man anymore. That they will find out about my little secret . Though this isn’t my place to be there is no way out of this dudgeon cell. I have no contact with my husband or family, but soon enough I have a feeling that the Union will save me. Though this is not the place to be for a women I will haft to fight through this battle. And I will win.
Bibliography
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