Post by conrad001 on Jan 18, 2007 20:27:17 GMT -5
|BACKGROUND|
Conrad Johnson, the man against his family, the boy of sixteen years old, the boy who wanted to be more than he could handle. He was born and raised in the North, New Jersey to be exact. He was an educated boy, going to be in his junior year of highschool. He had skipped a grade, fourth to be exact, and his parents encouraged him to be something like a teacher. But he had other plans. His brothers, ages eighteen and twenty-two, had enlisted in the North First New York Infantry Division, but Conrad wasn't sure what to do. They were accepting ages sixteen and up, but was war really the right place for him? He wasn't sure.
He had been doing research, and travelled on horse back up and down the states, not sure if he even wanted to enlist in a Northern division. He met a man, in the South, Private Reigns, of the First Kentucky. Conrad had heard his side of the story, heard it and liked it. In the north, all you would hear was that the south was a bunch of slave-dealing, tobbacco-chewing hicks. But to the south, it was all different. Only a small percentage of farmers had slaves, they just had a lot. However, these farmers were the ones who represented the Confederate States of America. Reigns fought for what he believed, to defend the Confederacy, that's what he thought was right.
Conrad wanted to do the same, so he enlisted within the First Kentucky, but the war was early, and he would see his brothers again. Sooner or later, he knew he would.
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"PRESENT ARMS!" Conrad lifted his musket to his eye. "AIM!" Conrad looked down the sights of his rifle. "FIRE!" Conrad slid his finger around the trigger, pulling it back as fifty muskets went off at the same time, hitting rocks and targets. "RELOAD!" Conrad did what he was told. A moment later, the commands were given again. Conrad fired again as the smell of gunpowder filled the air. He was in Boot Camp with First, Second, and Third Squads. They were the First Kentucky Infantry, and they were supposed to ship out soon...
Conrad Johnson, the man against his family, the boy of sixteen years old, the boy who wanted to be more than he could handle. He was born and raised in the North, New Jersey to be exact. He was an educated boy, going to be in his junior year of highschool. He had skipped a grade, fourth to be exact, and his parents encouraged him to be something like a teacher. But he had other plans. His brothers, ages eighteen and twenty-two, had enlisted in the North First New York Infantry Division, but Conrad wasn't sure what to do. They were accepting ages sixteen and up, but was war really the right place for him? He wasn't sure.
He had been doing research, and travelled on horse back up and down the states, not sure if he even wanted to enlist in a Northern division. He met a man, in the South, Private Reigns, of the First Kentucky. Conrad had heard his side of the story, heard it and liked it. In the north, all you would hear was that the south was a bunch of slave-dealing, tobbacco-chewing hicks. But to the south, it was all different. Only a small percentage of farmers had slaves, they just had a lot. However, these farmers were the ones who represented the Confederate States of America. Reigns fought for what he believed, to defend the Confederacy, that's what he thought was right.
Conrad wanted to do the same, so he enlisted within the First Kentucky, but the war was early, and he would see his brothers again. Sooner or later, he knew he would.
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"PRESENT ARMS!" Conrad lifted his musket to his eye. "AIM!" Conrad looked down the sights of his rifle. "FIRE!" Conrad slid his finger around the trigger, pulling it back as fifty muskets went off at the same time, hitting rocks and targets. "RELOAD!" Conrad did what he was told. A moment later, the commands were given again. Conrad fired again as the smell of gunpowder filled the air. He was in Boot Camp with First, Second, and Third Squads. They were the First Kentucky Infantry, and they were supposed to ship out soon...