It was God I was fighting for, and God
wanted them to die!
Ripped and squeezed out of that
form, my soul whizzed through time and
space into another.
The stout older man looked me in the
eye, as his wife had just passed of a horrible
illness. We'd just received word that one of
his two sons had died in the war this same
day, fighting for the Union army during the
Civil War. Promised to their other son in
marriage if he returned from the fighting,
he'd just signed up for the Rebel forces.
Suddenly, there were two of me. My
former self was continuing within the body,
while my present self overlapped and
observed and felt from my own current
vantage point. My present self was
concerned as to how this father would
handle these two deaths in his family and the
knowledge that his other son was preparing
to fight to preserve slavery for the Rebel
forces?
My former self was unconcerned
with slavery and its ramifications, it was
self-consumed. Tears were running down
my future father-in-law's face, "I told him
joining the Union army would kill him...
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