Post by Bloodykinz on Jan 5, 2008 15:37:38 GMT -5
OK, this is a story about a woman living in the revolutionary war. She is 24 and during this part her husband dies.Enjoy!
I was bandaging up a solider when a scream of pain came from the battle field. I ran out and seen Mark on the ground blood around him. I ran into the middle of the battle and put my hand under my husbands body. When I took my hand out it was soaked in a deep red liquid. I seen he had a large wound on his chest. He appeared still alive, I took off my scarf carefully wrapping it around his chest. I lifted him takeing him under the tent. He looked up at me and in a slurred voice spoke, "when I die, burry me in the battlefield." He coughed and continued, "tell the children to not miss me." He coughed again struggling to breathe. I could feel tears swelling in my eyes as the slow lifting of his chest had stoped.
I was bandaging up a solider when a scream of pain came from the battle field. I ran out and seen Mark on the ground blood around him. I ran into the middle of the battle and put my hand under my husbands body. When I took my hand out it was soaked in a deep red liquid. I seen he had a large wound on his chest. He appeared still alive, I took off my scarf carefully wrapping it around his chest. I lifted him takeing him under the tent. He looked up at me and in a slurred voice spoke, "when I die, burry me in the battlefield." He coughed and continued, "tell the children to not miss me." He coughed again struggling to breathe. I could feel tears swelling in my eyes as the slow lifting of his chest had stoped.