Personal Narrative: My Wool Blue Uniforms

I was exhausted, my wool blue uniform was heavy on my shoulders. I was terrified, looking around I saw millions of men lying dead or wounded in the grass. I was hoping that I would make it out of this battle alive. Even though I wanted to go back to my home in Vermont I knew I had to stay at my post on Little Round Top. I wondered if my brother and father were still alive and what would it be like for my mother if we never returned home. I hated the feeling I got when I fired my rifle and knowing that one bullet might kill someone but then on the other hand if I didn’t I would get shot at and maybe would be killed.