Sunday, November 22, 2009

RBC: Chapter Nine.

Henry was in the midst of all these wounded men and began to realize that they all seemed to have battle wounds. These injuries were like a symbol of glory, honor, and deserved praise. He did not have any. He said it to be like a "Red badge of courage". The courage he had not shown. He came across a man whose emotions showed that of great despair. He then noticed that the man was his friend, Jim Conklin. This was a startling conclusion to find. Jim had been shot, but when Henry tried to help him out it was as if he was not needed. Henry was, however, a very loyal friend just as Jim said he would have been for him in that position. They walked on when suddenly a tremor hit Jim. He grabbed at the youth's arm and told Henry that he was afraid the artillery wagons would run him over if he fell. It passed and he seemed to forget the fears. The tattered soldier came to Henry and told him that Jim was in the road some time later and that he would surely get run over if he did not move. He seemed to have something wrong with him. He had to be coaxed out of the road by Henry. He was going to have him come over into the field, but Jim ran off into a clump of bushes. This could cause him to get hurt though so they were concerned. Jim kept saying to leave him alone and not touch him. Henry tried to be there for him and help by asking what was wrong and trying to figure out why he was doing this. Jim began to shake and convulse. After he collapsed and died. The agony was over the tattered soldier and Henry, but they could do nothing, only watch. Walking closer they found that where his jacket had covered and now fallen away from his body it looked like wolves had chewed on Jim. In anger and rage Henry stood up and lifted his fist towards the battle field. He seemed to be cursing it or rather what war seemed to be able to do.

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