For Honor, for Glory, and for One Last Fight

A.N: This is another one of those short stories that I had to do for school. It turned out pretty good, so I'm posting it here for you guys to see. Please read it and tell me what you think!

Within the darkness and gloom of war, between the nightmares and visions of what the future might hold for them all, was Jason Carter, an American boy who, like the others, had been caught up in the thrill and excitement of going to war so that he could fight the Rebels down South, free the slaves, and bring honor to him, and his family.

It seemed silly to him now, all those childish fantasies of going to war and returning home as a hero. For all he knew, he wouldn't be returning home. Going to war had turned out to be a one-way ticket to disaster.

Jason's machine gun ran out of bullets, and now he was engaging into hand-to-hand combat with the other soldiers whom he was fighting against. It was dangerous. At any one moment, he could make a fatal move, and then he would be stabbed by that Rebel's knife, then it would all be over. He would be dead.

They had said that it would be a swift and easy victory for them. They had said that they, the North, would win the war before it ever officially started. They had said that it was all about freeing the slaves, but Jason had heard rumors that it wasn't because of the slaves that the war started. It was something about taxes or something like that. Was it true? He didn't know.

Using his machine gun as a shield, Jason brought it up to ward off the Rebel's knife. Again and again, he narrowly warded off each blow.

Suddenly, another Confederate solider came up from behind him and kicked him to the ground. During the short scuffle that followed, Jason lost his machine gun. When he finally came up from the ground, he took out his own knife, and faced the two enemy soldiers, daring them to attack him.

What had Abraham Lincoln been thinking by sending them all to war? This was a ridiculous war. Jason almost wished that he had become a politician instead of a solider. At least that way he could have found a way to prevent this war.

So many unnecessary deaths had taken place. As he looked around, he saw many of his comrades and close friends being slaughtered. Why did this have to happen?

Jason swerved to the left to avoid the Rebel's razor-sharp knife. He got his body out of range just in time, but his right hand that was holding his own knife got slashed, and Jason released the knife, which fell to the ground, and clutched his bloody hand in agony.

As he was falling to the ground, he heard a shot being fired, and three seconds later, he felt a hot searing pain rip into his back. He'd been shot!

Jason thought of his family. What would they think of him if they found out that he'd been killed because he'd lost control when his hand got slashed? What would they say when they learned that their son had died with no honor? No glory?

He didn't want to die yet! What had he done with his life? What difference had he made in this world? None! He had to do something. He would not go down without one last fight!

With this firmly decided in his mind, Jason moved around until his hand found a gun lying on the ground. Taking it, he fired two shots, killing the Rebels that he'd been fighting.

Then, standing up as fast as he could, Jason forgot about the pain that all this movement was causing his body as he made his way toward one of the nearby cannons, and loaded it as fast as he could, and then, aiming it at a bunch of oncoming Confederate soldiers that were going to block off his retreating comrades.

Jason knew that if he aimed just right, he could kill the Confederates and give his friends a chance to escape. Checking his aim one last time, he fired.

The aim couldn't have been any more perfect even if he'd planned it with the Confederates themselves. The Rebels were thrown off their feet and fell to the ground, most certainly dead. Jason let out a shout of triumph.

Suddenly, he was shot again, this time in the chest. He fell to the ground, and this time he wasn't getting back up.

A calm acceptance came over Jason, as he realized that he had, in fact, done something to help his country. He had made his family proud. He had finally done it for honor, for glory, and for one last fight.

The End

Epilogue

This battle that took place is known as the Battle of Spring Hill. Jason Carter was one of many Union Soldiers that were trying to join up with another major part of the Union forces. The Confederates had planned to catch the Union soldiers off guard and prevent them from joining forces.

A.N: Jason Carter is a fictional character made up by me. He's not real. Please review!