Civil War On Sunday
“The horses calmed down. The smoky air began to clear.
Clara handed Jack and Annie each a canteen.
“Fill these quickly,” she said. “We have no time to waste.”
Jack’s legs felt wobbly as he followed Annie to the creek. They filled their canteens, then climbed back into the wagon.
“Keep alert,” said Clara. “Look for the wounded as they come off the battlefield.”
She snapped the reins. The horses started off again.
As they bumped along, Jack looked ahead for wounded soldiers.
“There!” said Annie.
She pointed to a man limping toward them and waving his arms.
The man looked very young, more like a teenage boy. His uniform was torn and bloody. It wasn’t a blue uniform, though. It was gray.
Clara pulled the horses to a stop.
“But he’s a Confederate soldier,” said Jack.
“When someone is hurt, you give them a helping hand, no matter who they are,” said Clara. Her voice got softer. “I have seen courage and kindness on both sides of this war. Sometimes things are not as simple as they seem.”
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