Letters from the Battlefield... A Civil War ReenactmentA Poem by G.C.... aka GeneStars and StripesNight has arrived again. I am restrictive inside another foxhole, anonymous to the enemy. A combatant hero of democratic ideals and a sovereign ally of my own place in history. I am afraid for many reasons, to deny it will be a notable representation of a coward unwillingness, To be honest at least once and for all. Lexington has fallen down and the British have come In numerous ways, wave after waving wave they trampled overall our defense's. Doomsday clock Ticks and trucks awaiting General Hucksters assembled troops, to March straight through the city's Gates. I will take a moment of laughter now. For silence has become an increasingly impossible acquisition. There are stacks of a piled up man's remains at the mouth of the Mississippi river and Ferries full of corpses, decomposing Under the wretched summers blistering Sunshine. We need more man, many more supportive alliances And more ammunition. We're going down fast on field rations, any day now, surrender is inevitable. The enemies artillery shells have been pouring down on us, using modified version assault. Where after a cannon is fired, the enemy advantageously advances twentieth or more yards forward. At this rate, we haven't a chance to see home ever again. General Lee, bruised his ego and gamble our lives away. The tragedy of War. ... This is a letter from the battlefield found inside an unmarked grave. Inside was a white flower native to the island of Cuba. However it made its way through war climate and grave, still a mystery to historical consoles,The End.
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