I have past trough hell blindfolded and survived the war on Fort Wagner in July 1864. All the challenges given to me were arduous and brutal. Nothing compares to this, put every time I think about you it makes it go away. When I think about you memories reminisce in my head. As you know by know I had become a volunteered for the Union army in Boston, Massachusetts in November 1862. My squad was the 54 Massachusetts Regiment. Life in the camp was grueling and painful it was not a day at the park like I thought. We sleep in tents out side in the forest and we had to share them with other soldiers. I shared my tent with three other men their names were Trip, Thomas, and John Rawlins. We eat what I called glue in a plate it was not the best food I tasted put it kept me alive and it was the best the Union had to give us, or wanted to give to us. Most of the men were not happy put then again who wouldn't be. They promise us that we were to have uniforms and boots put they did not come until Rawlins ask a white man named Robert G. Shaw witch was dressed up like he was going out. Rawlins showed Robert G. Shaw the men's feet gust by looking at them he wanted to spew. Some of the men did not even have shoes. Some of the men grew blisters and had bacteria in their feet because of the marching in the mud all the time. So Robert G. Shaw asks, days past nothing happened. He asks and asks until he got tired of asking and not getting an answer. He when up to building and I followed as soon as I followed everybody ran up to the building. We herd things breaking and crashing down to the floor and a lot of yelling and I herd other voice saying "yes colonel as you please put stop this". I soon realized that the other voice was talking to the white man that went inside from them on I stop calling him white man stared to call him colonel. Finally the colonel came out with a straight face and turns and smirk at me. A day past and we rece...