lets start a never ending story to make money

(it wont let me post a new response so) it was at the battle of gettysburg, he and dan got seperated from the detachment and decided to go hide in the woods, big mistake, just as they got comfortable a cannon shot blew up a tree nearby, they assumed it was just a bad shot then all of a sudden thousands of confederat soilders were marching towards them, they were right in the middle of pickets charge, the knew they could survuve if they fought but since they wern american they would have ben killed if they surrendered, they covered themselves with foliage and parayed as another cannon shot punded the tree next to them.....

(i know) lucky for them the confederate that shot john was hit by a cannon and none of the others had spotted them in the cinfusion yet, john was having problems finding the bullet, it had gone thru the bine and broken into peices, he was pulling out fragments the best he could but he was also making shure that none of the rebs were going to shoot him or dan in the proccess, he finaly pulled them all out when dan started to look a little pale, he went to give him water when he knoticed that his canteen as well as dans were empty, he hastily moved to the nearest dead confederate and took his canteen in hopes of providing dan with some water... (check in my replies there is another never ending story there about a guy and a talking bullfrog)

(I will) he sloshed around the cantine and noticed it was hals full so he took it back to dan and gave him a drink. Just as this was happening another cannon wacked in to a tree not to far away from them. "wow" they both shoted at the same time. "that was close" dan replied...

...one, we realy need to get out of here!" but by this time more than half of pickets men had been through the area and if they started moving away now they would for shure be noticed, but to there surprise the heard retreat and his men, now so few started heading back to where they came from, only a small portion of the ment that they had seen before had came back through and they could hear the moans and cries of many wounded in the woods and far away in the feilds...

and to the confederate surprise the fire in our irishmen eyes, we forgot where we were or that dan had been wounded, we armed bayonets, reloaded and charged, we scared those rebs so mush that they fled from us to irishmen, before we hit the line we fired out guns and bot dropped a reb then thrust our bayonets into the back of the ones infront, we were possesed by something, i dont know what, but it shure kept us going through such hard times we dropped two more and where about to go for the next few when...

he plugged my wound with an old bandana i gave him when we were kids, and he laughed, he said get up its only a scratch, and he was partialy right, it didnt hit any major organs but the wound was so dirty i am lucky i didny die from an infection, but as dan was patching me up i managed to "borrow" his pistol and i shot the guy who stabbed me in the back, it was the longest shot i had ever made with a pistol but he was dead, no doubt, finaly i managed to stand though it was excruitiatingly painful, picked up my rifle and loaded another round, dan and i still wanted a few more rebs dead but there were only maybe 6 withing veiw all running away, lucky dan, he managed to pop one off before i was done reloading, but when i was done they were all to far, so dan and i lingered back towards the union artillery that wasted the confederates....

headed to go join the union troops pinned down on little round-top, the irish brigade was assigned to sneak around the confederates bedded down in devils den and fluch them out best the could, but devils den was a cursed place, full of poisionous snakes and bad omens, but they, being typical irish, wanted a fight and though nothing of it, they restoked ammo supplies from the quickly diminishing lot, lined up and prepared to march.... (incase you didnt know i am a huge civil war nut and being able to change and write a small account of people in the civil war rocks)

(in real life never suck the venom ou, it doesnt work)... it seemed that he managed to get the poision out of his leg, and it slowly started regaibning color and his face was no longer as pale, after a few minutes he started to regain conciounce(poor speling:P)and asked who hit him? i told him it was a snake bite and he was lucky to be alive, man this battle was not a good one for dan and i.. our commander, sgt. mckinly asked why the hell we were holding up the group, he wanted to fight, you could see it in his eyes, we told him and he hit dan and told him dont get bit again or were leaving yeah, he had quite a grin on his face, we started back up again, devils den was clearly in-range and the confederaes havnt seen us yet, it seemed we had the element of surprise (and dont worry, i am a huge writer so i come up with things like this all the time after a little practice you can to)

(i live in michigian and i logged off cause it was 1:30 a.m.;) ) ... ran into one of the small caves in devils den, we were not able to find him for about three hours and in the proccess he managed to take out three good men of ours, but we got him and he never suffered like that wich we gave him, hehe man the union army disliked our way of fighting but we shure won almost everything, after we took them out we headed ofr little round top then all of a sudden a volley of union shot hit us, THEY THOUGH WE WERE THE REBS, we ran back to devils den bedde3d down like the feds and started searching for things to wave as a sign of freindship, but the thing that worked best was a reb flag torn in the middle flown upside down, they knew we won and had no idea how, we managed to get to little round top only having lost the three men when...

"Whiskey," he rasped, "And a priest."

I waved to a corporal who was standing by to go get a priest. Off he took like a fox after a rabbit.

"Hang in there," I told Jack.

but it was to late, by the time the whiskey arrived, let alon the slow preist he had already passed (i think this is the shortest one i have ever done)

Thinking to send his things to his wife, I went though his pockets. He had letters and a couple of photos. Looking over them, I suspect I knew why he wanted to talk to a priest--besides letters to his wife, there were letters to another woman.

*putting the photos and letters into my pocket* i helped pick up the body and move it to where it was to be laid for good, said my prayers and went off to my tent to ponder what just happened and how i should write to his wife, and should i even write to his "other woman", i decided i would wright to them both, never speaking of the other in either of them,

the letter read...

(this is no where near edgy) and the letter to his wife read

Dear Natalie,
we have been married for 7 years now, though 3 years of it i have been away at war, i miss you ohh so dearly and i wish i could have you in my arms, but things happen wich prevent me from doing so, but i will soon, i promise

after writing the letters i gave them to the quarter master but i dont know if they were ever delivered

"Dear Toshia,
I've written my wife and I told her about us. I don't think she accepted my apology, because I have not heard from her in four months. I imagine that she has already found another husband, but I don't care: I've got you now. I think that this is better for us because if things had eventually settled between my wife and I, I would ruin it again by drinking myself into a stupor and crawling back to that horehouse in chicago, where we would again enjoy ourselves in your fluffy bed; and ask questions later.
Psst...I hope that this letter is not intercepted, because I forgot to tell you something important: I'm going to try to desert from the Union Army. Those southerners are giving us one hell of a time; they just don't give up, and I might get killed in the next battle. I'm going to return to you. You are still living at the house:
The Chic Shak
32 GetLaid Lane
Chicago
right?
I hope I can make it on the next train by next week; I should be there next month.
I Love you, Peaches
wait for me...

(I think I've overdone it a little...well, too late now. Don't leave me hangin' guys...keep writin'. It might be a little bit more difficult though...)