Personal Narrative Essay: My First Invasion Of The North

I was just a small town boy who loved being a kid and spending time with family. I grew up in a small town in southern Alabama wasn’t well known to anyone who didn’t live there. I lived on a little farm with my mama, papa and my two younger brothers. My youngest brother John was 6 years younger than me, and the middle brother Jim was about 2 years younger than me. A year and a half after my youngest brother was born, my papa and I were out working in the fields and we were picking some corn to go with our dinner. He started looking like he was getting tired. I asked what was wrong and he said that he wasn’t feeling good, so we decided to head back to the house and on the way back my papa clutched his chest, fell to his knees and he died right then and there from a heart attack. I had to run home and tell my poor mama what happened. My mama took it really hard and didn’t know how we
It was July 1st, 1863 when we collided with the union army. We came upon low ridges to the northwest of town that was defended by union cavalry. We assaulted them from the northwest and north, collapsing the union lines, sending the defenders retreating through the streets of town. And that was the end of the 1st day of battle. We got about as much rest we could that night but tomorrow was going to be another day of war. It was a long and restless night. All i could think about was my family so I decided to write a letter to them. “Momma this is your son i just wanted to let you know that i’m okay and that i will be home soon,I love you and want you to know that if something happens to me that i was fighting for what i believe in and that I will always be your little boy.Tell Jim and john that i love them and that I will be home soon,and let Jim know that he is the man that dad would’ve wanted him to be and nothing can ever change that,Love