Robert E. Lee and the North. Starting a war though North to South. It is a war of independence. It is a war of justice to all people. It is the first modern war. It is the civil war. I hear people's cries. I see blood and tears. I sense the smell of death. I pray that this bloody war end. I pray for all the poor souls of the war.
Reason for writing:
To reflect on the impact of the American Civil War
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