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The Red Badge of Courage!!!
July 23, 1863 Dear Diary, Todays battle was absolutly excruiatingly terrifying. As the enemy marched toward us, our captain was shouting insturctions from behind us. As the battle begin a ''red rage'' over took me. I no longer worried about myself or me running, instead I focused on firing and reloading over and over again. In the end our captain was shot but the enemies retreated.
July 24, 1863 Dear Diary, Just when I was beginning to think that I had actually done something that I could be proud of things change once more. Not long after I awoke this morning there was news that the enemy had renewed their charge. As my fellow solidiers began to prepare for their arrival I began to freight some. In the end my nerves got the best of me. I ran from the battlefield and as I was running I heard the general say that the enemy had been held back.
July 24, 1863 Dear Diary, After the battle today I felt a sudden resentment toward those in my regiment that didnt run but defeated the enemy without me. In a way I felt betrayed by their stupidity. In my current state of mind I wondered into the woods. While there I saw a squirrel and I tossed a pinecone at it, and then it ran. Then I realized that is the course of life. That anyone/anything flees from harm; a universal tendency. After the encounter with the squirrel I saw a dead mans body in a tattered blue uniform, much like mine, with flies swarming over his face. I ran from the scene expecting the corpse to cry out to me.
July 24, 1863 Dear Diary, As I was walking through the forest I heard the battle going on not to far away from me. I came up on a line of men, one who had bloody head and a dangling arm. This soildier really began to get under my skin, he keep asking me where I had been wounded and I quickly hurried away in panic.
