Hola, meh cherries! This is based off of the movie, Glory. I couldn't find the category!!!!! Well, this is about a Union soldier in the Civil War. If you can guess who the friend is... then you win!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glory. I only own my character Trent.

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Trent Johnson

June 26, 1863

Hello, Journal. Right now is my night shift and as I am writing this by moonlight, I wonder why am I here. Our camps are very small, and I am very cramped. I get fed enough food to stay alive, but eating the same thing every day sickens me. We march, train, and look out for Feds all day. It's quite warm during the day and freezing at night. We have not encountered enemies yet, but I am afraid for my life. I fear something terrible shall take place, though this war is agonizing enough. Though this war is agonizing, I have made new friends, who are now my brothers. Now I'm not the only man who can read! Alas, I will continue this soon. We rise at dawn.

June 29, 1863

Once again, I am writing at my shift. I feel very scared because my division has word of the Feds marching somewhere. I hope it is not here. I fear my life as it is already, but my best friend "encourages" me. I'm glad we're in the same unit.

Hey, Trent, writing about me again? Just to let you know, you and I have been training forever so we can't lose.

I thought that you had gone to sleep. . . .

You thought, dear mate. But, now I am, so long and goodnight.

Such a good man, he is. Anyway, through the darkness, I see the outline of many brave souls, resting, and soon to be risking their lives in the morn. I hear rustling. . . . Wish me luck for I am going to approach "it."

July 1, 1863

I have barely any time to write. We have spotted many Southern soldiers! This battle is called the Battle of Gettysburg, my first and probably last. People are falling all around. Blood splatters the ground. Tears cannot be shed though, for we have a war to win. Please ignore the splotches on this page, for dust is being kicked up. I feel that I shouldn't write for I am being a coward. I ran from my division to higher ground because if I am gone, I want my family to know my last words. Hopefully, I shall write again tomorrow.

July 2, 1863

I'm sorry about my shaky handwriting but I cannot bear this pain. The bloodshed . . . it is quite terrible but this is far from over. The dust is being kicked around, shouts are coming from everywhere, I can barely think. Still, my heart emotionally bleeds and cries for my best friend in my division has been crushed to death, and it's all my fault. A horse was shot; it wobbled around. I wasn't aware until he pushed me ahead. I stumbled about and heard a cry of pain. My friend had saved my life by giving his. But, now is not a time to mourn . . . I must avenge them and win this war . . .

July 3, 1863

The battle is over thankfully, but there are thousands of bodies laying around. The ground looks like a cemetery above the ground. There are few in my group who are still alive, luckily, but my friend is not. I thought that they were killed by a horse, but they have died by another cause; a Fed trampled him. Not only that, but this Fed is still alive, in this room. He stumbled in here, his head gushing with blood. He seems to have amnesia, so we are unsure if we should help him or not. I feel bad about killing but this man, but he ripped my heart out by hurting my loved ones. Please scratch that, I am emotionally and physically scarred. I know that this is rude but he should perish. I am crying tears of blood, silently wishing I could collect them and drown the man in them. But since I am alive, I am very, very grateful.

So, if you know who the friend is, put it in the review!! Yes I know it's hard, I didn't give many clues... :D