Personal Narrative: My Experience Of Immigrants During World War I

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June 18, 1863 Vicksburg, Mississippi Dear Aunt Elizabeth, The thoughts that occupy my mind are overwhelmed with grief and regret. This war truly is a gruesome, festering disease of famine and violence. However, the past year since my departure has been like no other and I have seen that which can’t be unseen in so many ways. To shorten a lengthy excerpt, I would say that what I have experience is not what I had expected, but I do want to share with you, and in some way make sense of myself, the happenings since my departure nearly one year ago to this day. I cannot fathom ridding myself of the unforgiving feeling, that somehow the turn of events leading to the death of my parents, one year and seven months ago, could have been different…show more content…
I joined General Wilsons Regiment, of which Captain Folletts Battery was in charge. Although my decision to enlist had been predetermined, there was an overwhelming abundance of propaganda that was downright humerous. Even before I began training, I knew I was less than ideal in terms of fitness; the training was nasty work. Most soldiers found more monotony than the excitement they were expecting, but I was prepared in terms of my mindset. Unfortunately I wasn’t so in training. In addition to said training, we were required to learn more than ninety commands. Most soldiers, including I, found this drilling dull and onerous. Other tedious duties included taking care of livestock, serving on picket duty, and gathering and cutting wood. If we so desired to leave camp, a pass was required; this rankled many of the men, who were used to being independent. Training lasted three long months until, in a sudden flurry, we were placed on a train, heading for Maryland, straight for the bloodiest battle I thought fathomable. I didn’t think much of it on the train ride there; I didn’t have much to think about rather. I’ll spare you the details of the battle, (I can’t remember much of it anyways) but know that my life was in the balance more than once that day, and it seems impossible, really, that I left that meadow

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