Work is coming to a close on my latest project. It could be described as historical fiction, as the events take place in the years following the American Civil War and I have taken careful strides to ensure that much of the story is period accurate. In anticipation of what is to come, I am giving a sneak peak at the prologue of the piece, which sets the tone of the narrative to follow. I talked a little bit about why I think a prologue is an important factor in some writings and I still believe that to be true.
Expect more updates regarding the project as the release draws near.
At 4:30 in the morning on April 12th 1961, General P.G.T. Beauregard of the newly formed Confederate States of America began a heavy bombardment of Fort Sumter in Charleston Harbor effectively kicking off what would become known as the American Civil War. The conflict would last four years and claim over 600,000 lives.
The men who fought in this war did so for a variety of reasons. Some felt it was their duty. Others found themselves conscripted into service. Some, when asked, could give no intelligible reply. They simply went. The why was lost in the what and in the end it mattered very little anyhow. All that mattered was that it was violent. It was hell and horror. It was war.
July 4th, 1963 – Vicksburg, Mississippi
Any soldier in their right mind hates a siege. A charge is risky, a melee is frightening but a siege is an anxious pit of despair that swallows the resolve of even the fiercest, battle-hardened veteran. Ten days in and a siege becomes unbearable. Rawlins had begun his siege of Vicksburg on the 25th and since that day the bombardment had fallen down on the town like the wrath of Zeus thrown from Mount Olympus. Shock and awe, fire and smoke.
Lt. Gen. John C. Pemberton had resigned himself to the siege, hoping that Confederate agents in the area could harry the Union troops on the Louisiana side of the Mississippi river and force the attackers away from the city. But word had come down that the relief efforts had been unsuccessful and the barrage of fiery death from the attackers was unlikely to cease.
The soldiers inside the city perimeter did what they could to ensure their survival. But by the end of June most had fallen to sickness. Laid low by scurvy, malnutrition or dysentery. The lack of food became an issue and as the siege wore on folks started to talk about how they didn’t see quite so many rats running around anymore. Same could be said for dogs.
On July 4th, 1963, realizing that they could no longer forestall the inevitable, Pemberton signed a conditional surrender to Ulysses S. Grant beside an old oak tree allowing for the parole of the 30,000 Confederate troops inside the city.
“This war ain’t gonna last much longer,” a corporal was overheard saying. “We can keep fightin’ all we like but it’s all gonna shake out the same.”
That was true enough. Fighting would rage on for another year still, but Vicksburg was the beginning of the end for the southern cause. It was the end of the war entirely for many of the men in Vicksburg that day. While a good number would return to the Confederate army and exchanged for Union soldiers in Mobile Harbor, Alabama on August 4th of that same year, many simply threw down their arms and began the long journey back to their home, hoping to find some remnant of their former life there. Something to believe in after the end of a long and violent campaign.
The full novel, as yet untitled, should be available this fall.