Episode 1-3

In the midst of The Civil War

I can hear the sound of the cannon. I hear the sound of tearing trees, breaking buildings and breaking columns and walls. cannonball also fly to the ground and turn over the black raw soil. Dust is scattered around. Smoke is also in the around near. Our village was hit by sporadic Union raids. Many people died in the village where I lived, and my family and home were lost in the battle at this time.
A strict father who had a feud. A gentle mother.

At that time, I feel like I’m holding my breath and hiding.
Yes, I was hiding. My ears are ringing and my heart is throbbing, so my heart is about to pop out of my mouth.
It smells of damp soil. At first I thought I was the underlay of my house.
When I became more conscious, I became the underlay of a wagon that was lying on its side, and the area below my left knee was trapped between the soil and the loading platform.
A cannon shell fell nearby and the carriage was blown away.
The horse may have died. I had convulsions a while ago, but now the horse don’t move. It was my brown-haired horse. At this time, my body’s legs were actually squeezed, and I realized that it was broken.
The small village of Louisiana in the Civil War and my body undergoing therapy were completely linked.

I look around in fear and pain, and my muddy sister, who has a girl doll next to me, is staring at me with tears and anxiety.

She is Cathy.
She’s about ten years younger than me.
Kathy is trying hard to put up with wanting to cry.
we can’t cry. It will be found by the enemy by voice.
Be patient. “Shhh!”
Cathy’s lips tied tightly and trembling.
Cathy is tingling and she is desperately enduring.

I can’t stop trembling. My left leg is also very painful.
I holds my sister’s shivering body in her left arm and tells her that it’s okay, it’s okay.

Then a group of cavalry will come from across the street, whether they have finished the battle or advanced. There are also black people. Sometimes I hear gunshots.
There are also former southern slave blacks who went north to give them freedom.
The first is an Colonel. You can tell by the hat. black? Navy blue? There is a decoration on the hat.
His horse is a mixture of brown and black. The mane has black hair and is carefully trimmed. His dark blue uniform has a golden edging.

I’m looking at it through a gap on its side.
I have indescribable hatred, anger, and fiery murder towards those who roam slowly, especially the cavalry on their horses. As I was about to be crushed by such feelings, I held my breath and stared at it.
Maybe I was jumping if my feet weren’t underlay.
If found, We will be shot.
But at this time, I’m hiding well now. Survive. I felt that.
Of course, it’s a little different from fear, but I was very excited.
Eventually, the group disappeared beyond the smoldering smoke.

I and my sister were able to get through them well.
Immediately, I became anemic. and cold sweat flows. Maybe I’m relieved, the pain in my legs will increase. It was a severe pain.