11:55 PM >> my musket and me



Had I been a soldier in the civil war this is what one might expect me to look like. I'd carry with me my trusty ramrod and my musket cartridge pouch and all my trusty musketing tools.




I'd shoot at people. I'd eat rabbits. I'd scribble in my journal. I'd write patriotic songs. I'd dream of my gal who kissed me goodbye before I left to go away to fight. I'd write letters to my family. Prolly a letter to my Ma and Pa and then a letter to my brothers which was a little more truthful as to the state of things. When writing to Ma and Pa things would often be glossed over or ignore or made to seem happy and fine.

Here's an example of the type of letter to brother [clickie to enlarge, duh!] >>