Sherman's March (Fictional Historical Narrative)
Who could’ve known that I’d have gotten into so much trouble by joining the army? Here I am, Isaac Zaton, 1864. I joined the Northern army in New York two years ago. When I was told I’d be led by William Sherman, I should’ve turned tail and ran. But I didn’t, and now, here I am, in Columbia, watching the execution of a friend, Derek Kallon. I always had friends everywhere, but I had no idea that some of them would be brutally killed during this war. By the army I was in, nonetheless! But, I am simply one out of one hundred thousand. There is no way out. The South’s army obviously cannot fight anymore. Why are we burning down houses, slaughtering cattle, destroying crops? What demonic instructions did Grant give Sherman? This is no longer a war. This is a massacre.
- Isaac Zaton, 1864
- Isaac Zaton, 1864