Friday, March 26, 2010

What a Ruckus They Raised


Journal Entry: March 17, 1861

With Shortcake’s reins wrapped around my hand, I was sleeping on the side of the ridge road, when off to the east, high above the creek at the bottom of this crest, an assembling gaggle of geese flying north woke me just before dawn. What a ruckus they raised, forming their familiar V in the air. I sat up and watched the parade move from the south across the sun rising sky, sensing the same was on the horizon for me and my brothers; a contrary crew of boys about to learn how to become one unit, one cavalry, riding together in unspoken harmony. With winter’s end, war will begin in earnest and while I know I possess the skills, will I possess the will to do what will be asked of me?

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