Prompt: write a scene where a soldier prepares for battle.
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The writing is ugly, but it has to be mine. The jagged letters make out my name on the small white patch I sew onto the back of my tunic.
JAMES C. MERVIN
I pray that Mama and Sis find me, if I am to die in the morning.
General Grant wants to keep on the reds the next day, but a lot of the boys think we shouldn’t.
Tomorrow might be my last day alive, and while that thought scared me two years ago, I only understood it now.
“Well then, God give me grace.”
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