I’m a thirteen-year-old resident of a very small town in Pennsylvania called Sweetshire. We never knew just how tiny it was until Father brought home a map from Parker Mercantile, our family store. It was an unexpected delight when Sweetshire was nowhere to be found. When Mother saw this, she declared that it must have been blown clear off the map by the Civil War. This war had raged about us, and only ended a years ago.
Now and again soldiers from both sides walked through the main street of town as they head on their way. At times they would stop in at the mercantile, and tell Father of the battles they had been in, won or lost. Most were filled with emotions of sorrow and anguish that only war can bring about. But now and then they would tell of heroism that they either had witnessed or had taken part in, and how good it felt.
My name is Jeanetta Lynn Parker
This is my story, and how I learnt that at times we all must fight for what's right, regardless of the mounting odds.
While listening to them Father would see to their needs, such as filling up their sacks with food and supplies. However, there is the occasional request to send a post to let their families know they are well, and on the path leading home. Then other’s only desire was a listening ear before continuing on their way.
For a while I had wished to have been by Father’s side as the soldiers told of their life and adventures. But now I see there was a good reason that I was not there. For would I have kept quiet, and not scold them for having fought in the first place? Or let them know of my own feelings regarding war? I doubt it. For this is a lesson I had to learn for myself with the help of Auntie. Thankfully I didn’t have to do it alone, for my dear cousin, Serenity Stewart, was on the adventure with me. In time we learned about our United States of America, and what it took to bring her about.