I cringed as bullets flew around me. I held onto the oak limb hoping that I would not get accidentally shot or fall down from the tree into the battle below. When I had first climbed the tree, I didn't think that a battle would break out right below me. A bullet whizzed past my ear.
All I wanted to do was take a break from my never ending list of chores. It was the daily work of a house in the little war torn town of Gettysburg. Of all the days I thought the battle would begin, today was the last on my list.
Today was my birthday. Another bullet whizzed past me. I whimpered. A girl, on her sixteenth birthday, in a tree above the Battle of Gettysburg, what a mess! Then again, I have been well known for some of the messes I've gotten into... like that one time involving the Smith's pigpen... I smiled.
Then I immediately screamed. A bullet had bored itself into my arm. Oh no! A soldiers was right below me looking up into the tree at me! This is NOT good!
"Who's up there?" He shouted.
"A girl," I yelled back, "Me names Sarah O'Malley, and I've been shot in me arm!"
"See if you can climb down Miss O'Malley, I will take you to the union hospital, they will then remove the bullet, and bandage your arm." I tried to carefully climb out of the tree, but I couldn't. I fell out instead.
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