The Uniform

Evan climbed to the top of the mountain. He had been with a group of Union soldiers all day. It was his job to get the water and supplies to the soldiers. Evan was young, but he was proud to serve with these men. General Armstead praised his efforts. Evan couldn’t wait to wear the uniform one day.

Just then, a messenger rode into camp. The messenger brought word that Confederate soldiers were spotted heading their way. General Armstead signaled the troops to assume their places. It was a hot and sticky day. Evan filled up the water buckets and had them ready.

Before long, shots rang out, and the battle had begun. Evan ran to his place behind the cabin. But it was too late. A stray bullet landed in his leg. Evan shouted out in pain, and a soldier dragged him inside the cabin. The doctor on hand took one look and determined the shrapnel could be pulled easily from his leg. Evan gritted his teeth in pain.

Gunfire soon came to a stop outside. The battle was over for the day. General Armstead came in the cabin and saw Evan sitting with a bandaged leg.

“What happened?” asked the general.

“I got shot,” replied Evan sheepishly.

“Well, you better put this on to make it official,” said the general as he took off his hat and put it on Evan. Evan smiled through the pain as he touched the piece of the uniform sitting on his head.