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April 20, 1865

Dear Diary,
John Wilkes Booth, the man who murdered our president. The man who didn't think twice about pulling the trigger. If he did think twice, then he should've thought again. Just because you didn't agree with his ideas you had to pull the trigger. You need to pay, pay a higher price than any man who ever committed a crime. This loss is something irreplaceable and devastating. You will be remembered.

Blog 1865 By Campbell Culver

Dear Mom and Dad,
Its Lawrence, I've been counting down the days till I get to see you. I have been working really hard at the sea. I'm sure you have heard about Lincoln being assassinated by John Wilkes Booth on April 16, 1865. Even though we are Confederate's that is still sad that he got shot at the theater. Are you going to go to the funeral? I know it starts at 7:22 a.m.
I know you both miss me and I miss you also!

Letter about the War- Demi

Dear Mom,
I'm happy to report to you that you'll finally be able to sleep at night knowing that my brothers and I will be coming home unharmed. Unfortunately, if you haven't heard we, the Confederate's, have surrendered. We will become apart of the Union once more, but we won't be in our hearts. Lincoln's assassination is about the only good news lately. Hopefully our new president will appreciate what the South does. I'm devastated about how this war has ended. If only I could turn back time and change one thing that would make the Confederate States of America win. At least it still lives on in my heart. Instead of mourning our loss, we should celebrate how hard and dedicated we were and how close we came to winning. I love you mom, but by the time you read this you'll already know everything in it. I'll be home before you get this hopefully. Could you tell dad the good and bad news. I also miss Fred. Has Fred been working hard for y'all? Tell…

Adoption day

Dear Susan, As you know today is my adoption day, but we are on the run from the dreadful yanks. My wonderful general has baked me and my regiments a cake to congratulate me. I broke down in tears at the thoughtfulness he shows even in such a dire time as this one. Our general has some humor and that is what we love about him, he wrote HAIL DIXIE on the cake. I hope y’all are really safe and that the yanks have not marched on our home. As we exit this dreadful time I really hope to see you again and until that time I will keep praying for your safety. With love Sergeant Fred Bloom Jr.
1. "All Quiet Along the Potomac"
"The Picket-Guard" was published in Harper’s Weekly in 1861 which was a poem written by Ethel Lynn Beers. The poem is about a guard who is shot in the dark by a rifleman. The poem was turned into a song which is called, “All Quiet Along the Potomac". It tells the story about the marching or soldiers and their deaths. It represents the tragedy of the war and it also made men oblivious to the death of the war.

2. "
Maryland, My Maryland"
The song, "Maryland, My Maryland was first a poem that attempted to reassure the Southerners. It gave them hope for wether or not Maryland would secede. Even though there were politically wrong phrases, it referred Northerners as "scum" and became a very popular song in the South. The importance of the song raised good morals.

3. "The Bonnie Blue Flag”
Harry Macarthy created the song, “The Bonnie Blue Flag”, based off of the Mississippi secession convention in Januar…

Blog post 1863- Nate Shea

Dear General Lee,
I am writing you to tell you that Stone-Wall Jackson died today. he was walking up to camp and in the dim light of the moon he was murdered by his own man. the sentry that shoot him was fired on spot and is deeply sorry. he will always be missed in our hearts and on the field.

Your Sargent,
       Fred Bloom Jr.

blog 1864 Nate Shea

Dear General Lee,

I have recently interfered with a remnant storming all over my house and land. I am writing to tell you that I will be back in command of my regiment after my short vacation. I am hastily writing because I am being chased by merciless Yankees. I will meet you at the border of Virginia.

Your Sargent,
       Fred Bloom Jr.

1863 Bonus Blog- Lorna Roschal