Post by Shugo Yuy™ on May 8, 2007 7:48:19 GMT 7
First Strike: Fort Sumter
War's an ugly thing isn't it? No one likes war. Then again not many care for war. If it happens, it happens; if it doesn't happen, it doesn't. Right? As long as it doesn't do anything to you, you couldn't care less at all. What if you were fighting in said war? Our war started at Fort Sumter. This is how it all began.
Now first of all. I have no problem with the Union. They're darn good people. Just, I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong connections. My dad's an army man and a plantation owner. We're from Virginia but I got sent into South Carolina for two reasons. One of the reasons was to stop all of the commotion going about because of Fort Sumter. The second reason was to look after my father's plantation down in South Carolina. I have a few reasons as to why I said yes, but those are personal and I'll keep them as such. Now if you don't mind, I'mma go back to sleep.
"Master Seth, wake up. It's nine in the morning," Or all you people could just try and ruin my recommended eight hours of sleep. Thanks everybody, thank you oh so much. I rose a little bit out of my bed and rubbed my head. My servant, Fayt, walked out of my room after leaving me a cup of tea. I always needed a bit of caffiene to get through my day and Fayt knew that. She had been working for me for a while now. I got ready for work and went to go eat breakfast. Turned out I needed to go take care of damage control up at Fort Sumter. Some citizens had started to hurl rocks at it and I needed to get the situation under control. Great more work for me. I hate being a General. Let alone being the youngest General in all of the CSA.
"Yo Nick, let's go. Damage control time. Bring me my revolver for show. You can use my musket," I told my Leuitenant and younger brother. He went off and got the weapons and I tucked my revolver into it's holster. I hated work.
Things weren't all that pretty at the scene. Some of the local law inforcement was trying to slow down the crowd. They were hurling rocks and yelling. I myself walked to the front of the crowd with Nick squeezing through. Pulling my revolver out of it's holster, I fired a blank into the air to shut the crowd up.
"Everyone! This fort has done nothing to move against the Confederation, our Confederation, us, or our familes and loved ones. There is no reason to attack it!" What happened next I suppose was my own fault. Scarlet color poured from a scrape on my left arm. By trying to quiet down the crowd with the gun shot and speaking to them while clearly standing out in front, I suppose I had made the fort think we were attacking. Bullets rained down on us. I forced Nick behind a rock and loaded my revolver as I and the rest of the law inforcement and army members that were there returned fire. The first shots of this war and it was all my fault. I couldn't even start to imagine how many lives would be lost because of me.
