i had to write a letter from the perspective of a civil war soldier for apush and i dislike that class so this was the result

Dear Mom and Aunt Sarah,

As I write this, my arm has been torn off from war and the ligaments and tendons are tumbling around loosely like overcooked spaghetti. I’m currently writing this with my dying breath in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. Since I’m sure dad will want to know the specifics, I’m located in Cemetery Ridge. The field is barren and scattered with dead bodies. There are a few more men in my situation spaced out away from me. We won, which is good. I’m proud that I was able to die defending my country. Oh, God, my foot just rolled over a land mine. I need to hurry and finish writing this. I’ll have Ollie, our carrier pigeon take it to you. Anyways, where was I? Oh, right. I’m okay with dying and so are many of the other men lying around me. Bob’s eye popped out of its socket, but he’s still staying strong. What a trooper. The battle wasn’t as rough as you’d like to believe. Well, actually, scratch that. A lot of us are dead, but most of us haven’t felt anything. My body has gone completely numb, so I’ll try to finish this quickly.

The South has been severely injured and I’m fairly certain we [the North] have the war in the bag. Spread the good news to everyone else. I love y

-          Jon