Battle of Manassas
Merely two weeks ago, the first major battle of this rancid war took place at Manassas, Virginia. Our troops were bombarded with the messages from our commander alerting everyone that the Union was moving towards my hometown, Richmond, Virginia. Those putrid, insolent fools thought they could invade and capture our lustrous, wonderful capital, but they were proven wrong. While on the battlefield, I saw the most miraculous, hilarious sights you can see. I nearly pitied the ignorant idiot from the North who was picking up stones from the ground. He thought this was the end of the war, didn't he? Later during the heat of the moment, twenty-two thousand of our troops formed a magnificent eight-mile line along Bull Run Creek and prohibited the Union from advancing any farther. The rag-tag army of young, unskilled men from the Union backed off and ran away like the pathetic cowards they truly are. This masterful, successful plan was led by our one and only, Stonewall Jackson. He was a strong, willful man revered by all Confederate troops, and in battle, his tactics led us to our first victory as the Confederate States of America. However, we suffered nearly two thousand casualties. It is a shame that we lost so many of our brilliant men. For those fallen soldiers, I will pray and continue to work harder and more vigilantly to secure our wrath and dominate the North.
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