The Civil War

He was shot. It was a simple observation. For the man ,or in reality the boy, it was the only observation. People say that when you are close to death that the world seems to slow down.This is a lie.For the boy the world stopped and then restarted at twice the speed. When it slowed the rest of the fighting was over and all that was left was devastation .He slowly,painfully, sat up and he looked down to where he was sure the musket ball had hit.Instead of the blood that he had expected there was fluffy down. He chuckled to himself. He had put the pillow there to make himself appear older. This effect was added to by the dogs hair glued to his chin. It was not the pillow alone that had saved him it was also the range of the sniper and the hard cover book under the pillow. He was sad for the book, it was his favorite, The Iliad, but all the same the book had served a final purpose. He chuckled again at his luck and got up to his feet. He was then shot. The North had not won this battle so the jumpy sentry, a Johny-Reb, had only seen a Yankee standing from a pile of the dead.