Reign of Dixie
Friday, May 4, 2018
1865- blog Fitzhugh Pettigrew (Kyle Z)
Dear, Sally
I write you this letter to tell you that the war is coming to an end. I am coming home, but the war is lost. We have to give up our slaves, our pride, and our life. I am one to say that this is going to tear me down, and pull me apart. More news for you is that both George and Clark our sons are alive. They are in bad shape like me but alive. We will become a happy family again like the good days. I will see you soon.
Love
Fitzhugh
Thursday, May 3, 2018
1865 Blog-Orlin Kist (Sloan Miers)
My Dearest Cornelia,
I regret to inform you that the Confederate army has surrendered. After Richmond fell to the north the moral of the entire army was extremely low. After Richmond there ended up being another battle at Saylor's Creek but 1/3 of Lee's troops surrendered and many people were captured including his own son. We had no chance of reinforcements and we were very low on supplies. We were running out of options. Lee had to send a letter of request to surrender. I had the honor of being one of the few that got to accompany Lee into Wilmer McLean's household. I will tell you, the mood in that house change so quickly. Hate grew into respect for one another. It was absolutely astonishing. After Lee and Grant agreed on terms of the surrender I walked out of that house with my head hung low. I returned to the camp were I am writing you this letter. I miss you and will be returning home soon.
Sincerely,
Orlin
I regret to inform you that the Confederate army has surrendered. After Richmond fell to the north the moral of the entire army was extremely low. After Richmond there ended up being another battle at Saylor's Creek but 1/3 of Lee's troops surrendered and many people were captured including his own son. We had no chance of reinforcements and we were very low on supplies. We were running out of options. Lee had to send a letter of request to surrender. I had the honor of being one of the few that got to accompany Lee into Wilmer McLean's household. I will tell you, the mood in that house change so quickly. Hate grew into respect for one another. It was absolutely astonishing. After Lee and Grant agreed on terms of the surrender I walked out of that house with my head hung low. I returned to the camp were I am writing you this letter. I miss you and will be returning home soon.
Sincerely,
Orlin
1865 Blog - Steve B Madden (Arham Imaduddin)
Dear Mrs Madden and Children,
Your husband Steven B. Madden has died due to our recent battle at Saylor's Creek. Your husband was a very good soldier who served the Confederate army, and we salute him for taking his increased devotion to that cause in which they gave the last full measure of devotion. We are terribly sorry for your loss. I personaly knew your husband... He was my best friend. We were the best of friends until the god damn Union took him away from us. General Lee would not be alive if it wasn't for him. He took the shot of the bullet intended for the General. He owes his life to your husband. Again I feel truly sorry for your loss and can't imagine the excruciating feeling you have right now but don't let it get to you
Sincerely,
Major Miles
Your husband Steven B. Madden has died due to our recent battle at Saylor's Creek. Your husband was a very good soldier who served the Confederate army, and we salute him for taking his increased devotion to that cause in which they gave the last full measure of devotion. We are terribly sorry for your loss. I personaly knew your husband... He was my best friend. We were the best of friends until the god damn Union took him away from us. General Lee would not be alive if it wasn't for him. He took the shot of the bullet intended for the General. He owes his life to your husband. Again I feel truly sorry for your loss and can't imagine the excruciating feeling you have right now but don't let it get to you
Sincerely,
Major Miles
1865 Blog - George Otott IV (Lynn)
The Last Round
Characters
General Robert E. Lee
General Ulysses Grant
George Otott IV
Ruth
Orlin Kist
Steven Madden
Fitzhugh Pettigrew
James Richordson
Scene 1: The Upcoming Death
(Location: Reign of Dixie)
(Location: Reign of Dixie)
Pettigrew: Rise and shine! Report to the courtyard at 5!
Otott: Ow. My head hurts like a thousand dreaded ants bit me.
Madden: Maybe you shouldn't have gone out!
Kist: T'was peer pressure, I swear!
Madden: This is why you're a private, Private Kist.
(Kist rolls his eyes. All of the soldiers get up and get ready to go to begin their day. All of them report to the courtyard)
Pettigrew: Private Kist!?
(Private Kist runs, his clothes not fully on.)
Kist: Present Sir!
Pettigrew: You're late, again.
Kist: Sorry Sir.
Pettigrew: (head held up high) Today, today is going to be the worst of your days. General Robert E. Lee has assigned us to accomplish support for his side. We, have been assigned to blood.
Kist: Sir!?
Pettigrew: Shut it Kist. We must overcome the path of death, for this will be a viscous fight. The enemy has taken our advantage, and we must steal it back. Remember your lessons because they are implied in Richmond. Company Dismissed!
(The soldiers all salute Pettigrew and walk away.)
Kist: What do you thin' he's talkin' about?
Madden: (chuckles) He's talking about defending Richmond.
Otott: The Union is attempting to capture the city.
Kist: (sigh) I need a drink.
Madden: Remember last time?
Kist: Well, I'm bout to die. I want a last drink at least.
Otott: I agree, except let us not get too intoxicated. Care to join us Steve?
Madden: No. I have a duty to serve, but you all must best be here early before the Union attempt to conquer.
Otott: I agree, except let us not get too intoxicated. Care to join us Steve?
Madden: No. I have a duty to serve, but you all must best be here early before the Union attempt to conquer.
Scene 2: The First Round
(Two soldiers locate in a tavern, located in Maryland, to have their "last" drink, before dying or the end of the war.)
Otott: Waiter, could we get some whiskey!?
Kist: I'm apart of we!
Otott: (saying it in misery) Can I get extra then!?
Waiter: Hello, the name's Ruth. I'll be servin' you today. Our special is our infamous Union fries, spiced with garlic and a ton of salt, ninety-nine cents.
Kist: We're part of the military.
Waiter: Yes?
Otott: He means nothing, just a show off. Can I get that special with extra salt?
Kist: M'am I would like the fries, but it's too much money. See, I serve for the army, and I risk my life most of the times.
Waiter: Mhm hmm.
Kist: What I'm saying is this will probably be my last drink and I'd rather have it, let me see here, free?
Waiter: You sayin' that I have to give up my home to you. I been working my a** off! But you don't see me here askin' for more dollars, do you? Do you?
Otott: Sorry m'am for the fellow, but we're going to pay full price, I know that this tavern is not exceeding its expectations.
Richordson: Good day m'am. Are these fellows bothering you?
Waiter: Why yes they are!
Richordson: (talking to the soldiers) Well, if it ain't some Johnnies. What're y'all doin' in parts like these.
Kist: We ain't scared.
Otott: (whispers to Kist) Private Orlin, I command you not commit to combat in Northern territory.
Kist: (whispers to Otott) Sir Otott, we can't go down without a fight!
Otott: Let this not be our last last round, but the last round of this war. Don't make me punish for your disobedience.
Kist: (sighs) Well, Yankees. Meet you in Virginia.
Richordson: (chuckles)Hmm, stupid and weak.
Scene 3: Bloodshed
(All of the Southern soldiers, about thousands, gather to hear Lee's speech empowering them. They are all ready for the Battle of Appomattox Court House)
Lee: Soldiers, in a short amount of time, we commit ourselves, our whole selves, to end this war once and for all. Our objective is to protect our nation for which thousands of us have died for, and what we accomplish results in everlasting rewards. Although some of us may not see the dawn after dusk, everyone will. Everyone. And, if we do not do so and fail, so will this nation. We have the world on our shoulders, and we can not forget.
We'll have these soldiers advance to here (points somewhere on a map), and these (points in a different area) move here. With these movements, we can overcome them, allowing us to defend our nation.
Soldier: General Lee, sir, what if this plan fails?
Lee: Well. Let us see.
We must run and burn. If they are to conquer Richmond, we must leave them something unlike Richmond.
So, soldiers. I expect devotion to our nation. ARE YOU READY!?
All: Yes, sir, yes, sir!
(The marching band begins their music, signaling the army begins their fight. The Union head to Confederates, awaiting their arrival. The sound of a loud sharp bullet signals the battle.)
Pettigrew: Soldiers, don't stop shooting! Head forth!
(The regiment advances ahead, attempting to take the high ground. Smoke goes on for miles, no one can hear no more, blood is splattered everywhere.)
Pettigrew: We have the high ground! Keep shooting! Aim for their eyes or chest! I'll demote you if don't meet my commands!
Kist: I'd rather be promoted, sir!
Pettigrew: STAY FOCUSED PRIVATE!
(Time seems to be moving slowly, although some time goes on. Some rest and get back up, some die, some keep going. But, the army is progressively getting smaller and smaller.)
Lee: (inhales deeply, and whispers) Bastard.
(Lee spots thousands of soldiers surrendering)
Lee: My God! Has my army dissolved?
Scene 4: The Death of a Kist
(Near the end of the Battle of Appomattox Court House)
Madden: Sir Pettigrew! We're running out of supplies, men are dying, they need food and water, they seek medical help, we need bullets.
Pettigrew: We don't have the supplies! We, we must run. (points at others running) Follow them, Lee has ordered them to run.
(The regiment runs along with the herd. But, for some reason, Orlin Kist stops to aim.)
Otott: Orlin! What the hell are you thinking!?
Kist: I need to shoot!
Otott: Over my dead body! Run, we're outnumbered and the man ordered us to. KIST!
Kist: (turns to Otott) I've countlessly failed my nation, but I never sought to die for it. If I fail, then this nation fails. I --
(Kist gets shot right in the ribs.)
Otott: KIST! Oh my lord. (turns to Pettigrew, who is far away, and screams from the top of his lungs.) PETTIGREW, KIST NEEDS TO BE TRANSPORTED TO A HOSPITAL IMMEDIATELY!
Pettigrew: (turns around from a far distance) WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING, OTOTT!? (tries to look closely from a far distance, and then turns back forward) Oh my, REIGN OF DIXIE! YOU AND YOU, CARRY KIST TO A HOSPITAL FOR HIM TO GET IMMEDIATE ATTENTION! NOW!
Otott: I'm coming!
Scene 5: The Round
(Location: Hospital)
Doctor: Put the soldier yonder.
Madden: Doctor, he's losing a lot of blood. He's been shot in the ribs.
Otott: He's passed out on the field and seeks medical attention.
Doctor: If you gentlemen could please stand back to allow myself to operate. GEORGIE! Come here darlin! Hand me the tongs!
(The Doctor attempts to find the bullet, takes the tongs, jabs it in the wound, and searches through. Then, he pulls out the bullet, a minie ball, and Kist wakes up screaming. Blood splaters everywhere, and the nurses put chloroform on Kist's mouth. They bandage him up.)
Doctor: S***, he's losing too much blood. Someone get some whiskey! And for me too!
(They take the bandage off and pour whiskey, making the skin red and more bloody. They take a used towel and attempt to wipe the blood from the body. They need to stitch Kist's wound. The doctor carefully takes a string and jabs it through a piece of skin and so on, closing the wound. Then, he is bandaged up with blood still on the bandage although the efforts to close the blood splatter.)
Madden: Kid, don't do it.
Otott: He is no kid. He was quite brave actually. (Turns to Madden) He told me how he had failed before, but was not willing to fail at the end. Well, I mean, he did not finish his sentence, so I wouldn't know. (Turns back to Kist's body) But he is starting to grow, he reminds me of my brother, well except my brother is dead.
Madden: The MAN might die too, the Civil War doctors don't do too good.
Otott: That looked good to me.
(Some time later... Kist wakes up, but not in a good way)
Kist: (catches breath) My Sweet Jesus! Where am I? Holy s*** something hurts! (Head hits the "pillow") Ow. Ow. OW. OW!
Madden: Kist, calm down. You're in a hospital. Do you remember what happened?
Kist: Yeah, some dummy shot me and now I'm in pain. Is that correct?
Otott: Why yes it is, and be glad you're still alive, dummy. Can't you be thankful at least?
Kist: Well, thank you I guess. But, I though that would be my la-- S***! OW! OW! No! OW!
(Madden and Otott hold Kist down while doctors come running. Kist coughs up some blood, the doctors don't realize they did not fix his internal bleeding. Kist had been diagnosed with a special bleeding disease.)
Kist: Sirs, I-- I, I don't want this to be, m- m- my last, la, last ro, rou (coughs up some blood) round. I, I, I wanna see the su, sun.
Otott: You will Kist, you will. I know you will. Everyone does, and so will you.
Kist: But-
Madden: No buts, Kist. You will, you'll see the sun.
Kist: George, I don't want to le, leave. Ste, Steve, tell my mo, mother I said "te amo in aeternum."
Otott: You'll be here, I swear.
Kist: No, no, no--
Scene 6: The Surrender
Lee: Although soldiers, we are imprisoned in the Union, a nation can never die, our thoughts can never die, ideas can never die. Our idea was to allow ourselves to choose our likings, but we were not allowed to, by our will. But, no matter what, we are moved to a new home. Although some may not like our home, it IS our home. Let that be a known fact to you, for we have no need to lift a fighting finger, for it has been tired out. Thank you for you.
(Lee moves towards the building in which Grant is in. They shake hands and sit down)
Grant: In accordance with the substance of my letter to you of the 8th inst., I propose to receive the surrender of the Army of N. Va. on the following terms, to wit: Rolls of all the officers and men to be made in duplicate. One copy to be given to an officer designated by me, the other to be retained by such officer or officers as you may designate. The officers to give their individual paroles not to take up arms against the Government of the United States until properly exchanged, and each company or regimental commander sign a like parole for the men of their commands. The arms, artillery and public property to be parked and stacked, and turned over to the officer appointed by me to receive them. This will not embrace the side-arms of the officers, nor their private horses or baggage. This done, each officer and man will be allowed to return to their homes, not to be disturbed by United States authority so long as they observe their paroles and the laws in force where they may reside.
Wednesday, May 2, 2018
1865 Blog- William Matthews (Rayne)
Dear Father,
Laced with shame detonated by grief, our army has been defeated. Alas, I bow my head down humiliation as I will be returning home soon. I know you have evacuated Richmond, Father. I heard it from our commander earlier today. I would like to assess the damage done when I return to what may be left of our home. I wonder if our livelihood, the Golden Nugget, is still standing. (The Golden Nugget is my father's hotel.) I will report to Danville afterward. I miss you and Mary (my sister)... Financially, I am sure we are okay, but economically as a government. I feel as though we have collapsed. Do you think the putrid North will abolish slavery? What will that do to our blatant necessity of slaves? In other words, we have come to screeching halt. I was fortunate throughout this sullen war, but there are many things I have to tell you. Our army has been annihilated and destroyed this past battle at Appomattox Courthouse. Nearly a third of our forces surrendered, however, I stayed vigilant until the very end. Our few men left are starving, supplies and food severely scarce. I would say the best mood to capture the feeling rotting within our feeble soldiers is melancholy and sorrow. I do not know what has become of us. While I myself am not hurt, those around me have all fallen ill from numerous conditions. It's like I am walking through a grave site. Do not let Mary read the paper; I cannot stand to let her see our inexcusable failure. I feel as though I have lost all pride being unable to claim victory. Is this what defeat is like, Father? I'm so young, but I feel as though I have aged a thousand years during this war. I will return shortly after the official surrender ceremony on April ninth. Please, carry on as best as you can and let Mary know that I am not wounded.
William Matthews
Laced with shame detonated by grief, our army has been defeated. Alas, I bow my head down humiliation as I will be returning home soon. I know you have evacuated Richmond, Father. I heard it from our commander earlier today. I would like to assess the damage done when I return to what may be left of our home. I wonder if our livelihood, the Golden Nugget, is still standing. (The Golden Nugget is my father's hotel.) I will report to Danville afterward. I miss you and Mary (my sister)... Financially, I am sure we are okay, but economically as a government. I feel as though we have collapsed. Do you think the putrid North will abolish slavery? What will that do to our blatant necessity of slaves? In other words, we have come to screeching halt. I was fortunate throughout this sullen war, but there are many things I have to tell you. Our army has been annihilated and destroyed this past battle at Appomattox Courthouse. Nearly a third of our forces surrendered, however, I stayed vigilant until the very end. Our few men left are starving, supplies and food severely scarce. I would say the best mood to capture the feeling rotting within our feeble soldiers is melancholy and sorrow. I do not know what has become of us. While I myself am not hurt, those around me have all fallen ill from numerous conditions. It's like I am walking through a grave site. Do not let Mary read the paper; I cannot stand to let her see our inexcusable failure. I feel as though I have lost all pride being unable to claim victory. Is this what defeat is like, Father? I'm so young, but I feel as though I have aged a thousand years during this war. I will return shortly after the official surrender ceremony on April ninth. Please, carry on as best as you can and let Mary know that I am not wounded.
William Matthews
Wednesday, April 25, 2018
1864 blog post - Steve B Madden (Arham Imaduddin)
Journal entry #354
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)