Female Narrator-Nurse and Spy in the Union Army
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Chapter Two Marching orders received today. two days more in the army of pot helmet will be on its way to Bull Run. I find this registered in my journal July 15, without any comment, whatever, but I do not require a journal to refresh my memory with regard to the events of those two days of preparation which followed their announcement. The army of the potomac was soon to meet the enemy for the first time a great battle was to be fought. Oh, what excitement and enthusiasm that order produced. Nothing could be heard but the wild cheering of the men As regiment after regiment received the orders, the possibility of a defeat never seemed to enter the mind of any. All the sick in camp now were to be sent to Washington, clothes, changed knapsacks, pack letters, written home packages sent to the express office, etcetera. After all, was done everything in readiness, and the sick men tenderly laid in the ambulances. Mrs B said, Now let us go to every ambulance and bid the boys goodbye. As we passed along from one ambulance to another, speaking words of encouragement to each soldier. Many a tear would start from grateful eyes, and many a feeble voice uttered, and Ernest. God bless you while others would draw from their bosoms some cherished relic, and give as a token of remembrance. Oh! How hard it was to part with those men with whom we had watched so many weary days and nights. We felt that they had truly become endeared to us through suffering. There was one patient, however, we did not put into an ambulance, and who was a great source of anxiety to us. He lay there upon a stretcher close by waiting to be carried to a house not far distant. He was young, not 17, with clear blue eyes, curly auburn hair, and a broad white brow, his mother's pride, and an only son, two weeks previously. He had been attacked with typhoid fever. The surgeon said. You may do all you can for him, but it is a hopeless case. Mrs B had devoted most of her time to him, and I was often called to assist her. He was delirious, and became quite unmanageable at times, and it required all the strength we possessed to keep him in bed. But now the delirium of fever had passed away, and he was helpless as an infant. We had written for his mother to come, if possible, and had just received a letter from her stating that she was on her way to Washington. But would she come before we were obliged to leave? Oh, we hope so, and we're anxiously looking for her.