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Jesse James: Scourge of War
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"If I thought this war was to abolish slavery, I would resign my commission and offer my sword to the other side." Gen. Grant
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A #WRITCO Series
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THE CIVIL WAR
Let me be clear here. This was never about Slavery. No, we never even heard about Lincoln's trout until long after this conflict started; and, our servants didn't even want to leave! Fact is, I was still in my home when I had heard about it with Clement. We were already dead set on joining Anderson; but this nonsense really sealed the deal.
I told my stepdad at the time my intentions, and he told me the South had already lost. I wanted to cut his throat right there on the kitchen floor, but my mother was standing there when he said it
She gave him a scowl I'll never forget. I just walked out the door and ran away. I never saw that traitor again!
I'm going to tell y'all something I never revealed before, and probably never will again. When my father walked out on my mother and I, I became embittered. Not towards him, that's just a part of life. But men in general.
I even hated myself.
Because I knew that men could not be trusted. They are guided by their own egos, think below the waist, and looked to conquer and control any and every situation to their own selfish agenda. And man to man, it didn't matter if you were rich, or poor.
It was reality.
So even before puberty, I took to thievery, even people I'd call friends. Because we all got it coming to us. Greed is not a sickness, it a desire. Something to aspire to have because it leads to greatness.
And I refused to lose what I'd acquired to those bloody bastards up North because of some damned proclamation.
General Anderson (the Yankees called him Bloody out of Fear) was one of the toughest men I'd ever known. Completely Fearless. When I first saw him, I'd barely had my first swig of the Spirits, and he told myself and Archie if we wanted to Join his Guerillas, we'd have to kill a POW. Now I was no stranger to killing, it just became a way of life. But, I'd never killed an unarmed man, or woman.
Anderson handed me his gun and sword first, since I was older and a head taller. I hesitated, looking into his hollow eyes.
Archie snatched the sword from my hand and started hacking and slashing indiscriminately. Blood was spraying in every direction and I went down to the ground in agony as it hit upon my pupils. Then I heard several gunshots and a low gurgling gutteral sound as the guy uttered his last. Up until then, the most brutal kill I'd ever witnessed. But what was even more frightening was the smile upon Archie's face after he finished, holding up the head at the shoulder and cutting it free from the spine.
"Take out his tongue, and cut off his ears," I heard Anderson order from behind. "Put them in my saddle bag. And hang the rest on that tree over there."
I admit, I'm no saint. Some call me the Devil himself and I admit I've had my share of killings. But I am also a man of honor. You pick up a gun or weapon and to me you're fair game. But to kill an unarmed man brings down Karma on your head you'll never see coming.
That in no way means I consent to how they ambushed Anderson, and me getting shot in the process in the chest. So what I had done in retribution, in my eyes, was justified.
And Cox had it coming to him, but I'll get to that later.
My trail of Death was unhinged in the war. If you wore a Yankee uniform, I was going to ensure you'd regret that decision. Disembowelment was also my forte, and I delighted in it. There really is nothing like seeing the look of surprised anguish upon a man's face when he sees his hot innards as he yet lives, and tastes their foul savor as he chokes on his own blood. Or watching a decapitated skull roll their eyes deliriously as it sees their torso get maimed and butchered before the light behind those grim eyes dim. I heard men screaming and shouting to God and Country, even renounce their allegiance to Lincoln to no avail. A Yankee, will always be a Yankee.
And they all died, Yankees.
But, all good things must come to an end.
TBC
🌈 📚📖
THANKS FOR READING
🦄
ALWAYS BELIEVE
🙏🏼 💯
"If I thought this war was to abolish slavery, I would resign my commission and offer my sword to the other side." Gen. Grant
⚔️
A #WRITCO Series
🩸
THE CIVIL WAR
Let me be clear here. This was never about Slavery. No, we never even heard about Lincoln's trout until long after this conflict started; and, our servants didn't even want to leave! Fact is, I was still in my home when I had heard about it with Clement. We were already dead set on joining Anderson; but this nonsense really sealed the deal.
I told my stepdad at the time my intentions, and he told me the South had already lost. I wanted to cut his throat right there on the kitchen floor, but my mother was standing there when he said it
She gave him a scowl I'll never forget. I just walked out the door and ran away. I never saw that traitor again!
I'm going to tell y'all something I never revealed before, and probably never will again. When my father walked out on my mother and I, I became embittered. Not towards him, that's just a part of life. But men in general.
I even hated myself.
Because I knew that men could not be trusted. They are guided by their own egos, think below the waist, and looked to conquer and control any and every situation to their own selfish agenda. And man to man, it didn't matter if you were rich, or poor.
It was reality.
So even before puberty, I took to thievery, even people I'd call friends. Because we all got it coming to us. Greed is not a sickness, it a desire. Something to aspire to have because it leads to greatness.
And I refused to lose what I'd acquired to those bloody bastards up North because of some damned proclamation.
General Anderson (the Yankees called him Bloody out of Fear) was one of the toughest men I'd ever known. Completely Fearless. When I first saw him, I'd barely had my first swig of the Spirits, and he told myself and Archie if we wanted to Join his Guerillas, we'd have to kill a POW. Now I was no stranger to killing, it just became a way of life. But, I'd never killed an unarmed man, or woman.
Anderson handed me his gun and sword first, since I was older and a head taller. I hesitated, looking into his hollow eyes.
Archie snatched the sword from my hand and started hacking and slashing indiscriminately. Blood was spraying in every direction and I went down to the ground in agony as it hit upon my pupils. Then I heard several gunshots and a low gurgling gutteral sound as the guy uttered his last. Up until then, the most brutal kill I'd ever witnessed. But what was even more frightening was the smile upon Archie's face after he finished, holding up the head at the shoulder and cutting it free from the spine.
"Take out his tongue, and cut off his ears," I heard Anderson order from behind. "Put them in my saddle bag. And hang the rest on that tree over there."
I admit, I'm no saint. Some call me the Devil himself and I admit I've had my share of killings. But I am also a man of honor. You pick up a gun or weapon and to me you're fair game. But to kill an unarmed man brings down Karma on your head you'll never see coming.
That in no way means I consent to how they ambushed Anderson, and me getting shot in the process in the chest. So what I had done in retribution, in my eyes, was justified.
And Cox had it coming to him, but I'll get to that later.
My trail of Death was unhinged in the war. If you wore a Yankee uniform, I was going to ensure you'd regret that decision. Disembowelment was also my forte, and I delighted in it. There really is nothing like seeing the look of surprised anguish upon a man's face when he sees his hot innards as he yet lives, and tastes their foul savor as he chokes on his own blood. Or watching a decapitated skull roll their eyes deliriously as it sees their torso get maimed and butchered before the light behind those grim eyes dim. I heard men screaming and shouting to God and Country, even renounce their allegiance to Lincoln to no avail. A Yankee, will always be a Yankee.
And they all died, Yankees.
But, all good things must come to an end.
TBC
🌈 📚📖
THANKS FOR READING
🦄
ALWAYS BELIEVE
🙏🏼 💯
