Gunnar

__**Preface**__ By: Gunnar Schultz

Did you know that sometimes in the US Civil War brothers used to fight on different sides? You might know that Aberham Lincoln was a president, but did you know he helped end slavery in the US? The historical fiction story you are about to eat will show you a little of what it was like to be a Union soldier in the US Civil War.


 * What is the historical setting for this story?** I've set this story in Nashville ,Tennessee, in 1864, near the end of the US Civil War. There were many battles fought in Tennessee This war was fought between the Union(North) and the Confederacy(South). It was fought for many reasons, but mainly because the North wanted to end slavery because it wasn't needed there and the South wanted to keep slavery because they needed them to work on their big plantations.


 * What is true in this story?** The US Civil War was a real war and the weapons in this story were actually used in the war. What they eat in the story is actually what they would have eaten back then in the war. It is also true that the way they fought was trench warfare, which was a slow moving way of battle where each side would lie in the dirty trenches and send people across "no man's land" towards the other side. Going across almost always led to certain death.


 * What is fictional in this story?** All pof theeople in this story are fictional, but the names in the story are historically correct to the time. The battle in my story is also fictional.The camp that they were at was not a real camp, but the soldiers did stay in camps.

In this story, you will eat about a 18 year old who fights for the Union out of revenge for his father and ends up killing his brother. The story is not placed in a real battle, but I hope it can show you a little about what it may have been like to fight as a Union soldier in the US Civil War.

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__**Abe**__ By: Gunnar Schultz

There were gunshots. Our silverware clattered to the table as we all stood up. Mother rushed to the window looking worried. Father left the room and a few seconds later i heard the door slam. My brother Abe and I ran to the window in our room that looked out over the field. Father was walking through the field towards a group of men wearing gray on horseback. He had his gun slung over his shoulder. As he approached the men he took the gun off his shoulder. The man in the lead dismounted his horse and came down to fathers level. I waited silently as father talked to the man for what seemed like forever. Then I looked in disbelief as father spit on the man. The man took a punch at father but he ducked and with in seconds they were on the ground. Father ended up on top and was about to punch the man, when I noticed one of the men on horseback slide something short and brown from his belt and point it at father. I watched in shock, unable to do anything. I wanted to yell but no sound came. Then a I heard the bang as a flame extended from the barrel. "Miles! Miles wake up!" a distant voice said frantically. I shot up, breathing hard, my shirt drenched in sweat. Miles are you alright? Howard said with a worried look on his face. "Yeah, I'm fine, just had a little, nightmare, that's all." I said still a little shaken. I stood up and slid into my navy blue Union uniform and then grabbed my haversack and looked inside. I still had a fair amount of hardtack left. I slung my hawken rifle over my shoulder and walked outside of our tent and took a deep breath of the cold Tennessee December air. It was still early and the sun had not come up yet. I looked out at the snow blanketed camp as and everyone was getting ready for another day of digging trenches. As Howard joined me we walked together to the trenches. It was snowing lightly and the fallen snow crunched under my feet with each step. When we got to the trenches there were already lots of men helping dig the unfinished trenches. I grabbed a shovel and started digging. All of a sudden I was 10 again. Abe and i were out in the field playing stick ball with a bunch of other kids. Abe stood there waiting for his turn to hit when I looked at him and he had an unsure look on his face because it was his first time playing. "It's OK," I told him reassuringly, "just go out there and try to hit the ball. If you don't it doesn't matter, it's just a game." "OK" he said. My friend John handed Abe the stick and walked up to me. "Do you think he will hit it?" John asked. "Maybe," I said, "but he has never played before." He stood out there the smallest kid in the field and held the stick looking determined to hit it. "Ready?" Jim asked happily. "Yep" said Abe. he threw the first one slow and easy and Abe missed completely. The second with the same outcome. Then Jim threw it the same way but this time Abe was ready and he hit that ball clear out into the corn fields. I looked in awe as the ball sailed over everyone's head and out of site. I looked a John whose jaw dropped. "I think that counts as a point" I said still in shock from what I had just witnessed. "Yeah" John said. Then Abe walked up to me a look of happiness filling his face. "Like that?" he asked cockily. "Yeah that's exactly how its done" I laughed. It had been a couple of hours of digging, judging by the fact that now the sun had risen above the horizon when I stood up and rested my chin on my hands on my stood up shovel tired from the endless digging. "Look!" I heard someone yell, "there out in the hills." I looked out at what they were talking about but i didn't see anything. Then my eyes caught something out of the ordinary. The Confederates were a sea of gray as they marched toward where we stood. They were about a mile away but there were so many of them. "I'll go warn Captain Hamilton" I heard someone yelled. Everyone stood there momentarily. "Well we should probably get ready!" Howard yelled. That broke the stillness and everyone threw down their shovels and grabbed their guns and filled the trenches. Howard and I jumped in and stood against the trench walls. He had a grim look on his face. He held his .44 Colt pistol in his hand. As the Confederates got closer it dawned on me that I had never actually fought in a battle before. As a kid everyone wanted to be a soldier but now it was a actually happening. It also occured to me that I had never taken a man's life. My stomach churned and I notice I was trembling a little bit. Then Howard looked at me his expression softened a little. "Just remember," he said,"you're fighting for what's right." Then I thought about it. The Confederates had no trouble killing my father. Why should I have any problems killing them. Now I was angry. "Ready yourselves" bellowed a voice from behind me. I turned and saw it was Captain Hamilton. The Confederates were close now. Their boots met the ground in unison like the steady beat of a drum as they marched. They clambered in to the trenches, then all was silent. The trenches were a graveyard. A yell broke the silence as a Confederate charged across. I readied my rifle and was about to shoot when three shots came from beside me and the man went down. Then one of our men went and his head was shot cleanly off as he fell to the mud and snow mixed "no man's land. All a sudden a little black thing with fins spiraled through the air about 20 yards from where we stood. "Get down," yelled Howard as he threw me to the ground. Then i heard an explosion. I got up and looked at where it had fell. There was about a dozen men lying on the ground. Their faces bloody and their clothes on fire. Almost all were dead but the few that were still alive screamed in agony. I felt sick again as I looked away. Then all hell broke loose as there was a volley of shots followed by around 20 screaming Confederates coming strait at us. We all fired and about half went down. Then one charged strait at me. Everything slowed. I thought of my father and how now I could finally get my revenge. I pulled my knife from my belt and stabbed it into his stomach. He gave out a cry of pain as i ripped the knife sideways. Blood spilled from the man's stomach and all over my arms. I threw him to the ground as he began to cough blood and then went silent. I looked down at the man's face and froze. What I saw was not a man. It was Abe. I dropped my knife and fell to my knees. Tears filled my eyes and I didn't try to hold them back. I trembled as sob after sob came. "Miles! What's going on?!" Howard yelled angily. Then he realized what happened. He knelt beside me. "I-- I'm so sorry," he said sadly. I never answered.



It is now 1884, twenty years since that horrific day. I have never forgiven myself for it and never will. I now know that nothing good can ever come from revenge. I have never been truly happy since. The memory follows me everywhere. After the war I talked to mother and soon found that Abe was drafted to the Confederates due to lack of soldiers during the end of the war. We did end up winning the war, though slavery has not ended yet. I am now 40 and live on my own farm in Tennessee. I have a wife named Mary and one son. In honor of my brother his name is Abe.

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Have you ever wonder how Twinkies came to be? They have a pretty //sweet// history.

The Twinkie was introduced by the Continental Baking Company in Indianapolis in 1933 and were 5 cents for a pack of two Twinkies. James A. Dewar, one of the workers, created the Twinkie. He got the idea one day when he was delivering another one of their products, which was a cream filled strawberry short cake.