I really enjoyed reading the story Chickamauga. Chickamauga was a very sad story. I was not expecting the story to end the way that it did. The story was about a six year old boy who lived on a plantation. One sunny afternoon, the little boy decided to stray away from home and enter into the forest. The little boy just wanted to explore and be adventurous. You could tell in the story that the little boy wanted to be just like his father because his father used to be a soldier in the war before he was a planter. His father loved military books and pictures; because of this, his son made himself a wooden sword that he carried around with him to be like his father. The little boy took off in the forest with his sword, and wound up getting lost. His mother was very worried because she did not know where her child was. The little boy came into contact with what he thought was animals, but to his surprise it was actually men. They were on their hands and knees and the little boy thought they were horses because of the positions that they were in. When the little boy came into contact with these men, he was actually entering a war that was going on. I felt so bad for the little boy, because he had to walk through the forest and see some of the soldiers heads missing and all of these dead bodies surrounding him. He was too young to be seeing something quite like this. He came in contact with one soldier in one part of the story and the soldier pulled him to the ground, but I would like to know
             why all of the rest of the soldiers just ignored the little child as if he didn't even exist. The little boy finally found his way back home. When he walked up toward his home, his home was in flames! His mother was on the ground with her face turned upward, acknowledging the fact that she was dead. I feel as though the little boy was very smart because he was only six years old and he knew that what he had observed was not a goo
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