A Mother’s Point of View



Dear diary,

As any mother would, I miss my dear son, James. His socio-centric wife practically forced him into fighting in the war. We know that many men have been lost, not only to the selfish South’s wrath, but to the rampant diseases. Yet, she insisted James fight, and now he is gone.

My dear James was lost to Dysentery, a horrible disease of the intestines. In his last days, James wrote to me. He said the doctors could not find a cause or a cure for this sickness. He told me that a great number of men on both sides of the war have suffered from Dysentery.

There are several other mothers in my town who have lost their sons to Dysentery and other ailments. My friend Martha had a son, John, who died of Pneumonia. Poor Martha was certain that John would live, as she knew 5 other men who had survived from this sickness, but he did not. A good friend of mine, Jane, almost lost her husband to Malaria. But, thank the Lord, he was saved with the chemical quinine. If only there was a cure for my dear James.

I remember in one of his letters, James mentioned that there were field nurses who tended to wounded soldiers. As a grieving mother, I found this information very inspiring. Recently, I have put into thought the idea of becoming a field nurse, as to honor my dear James’ efforts. I asked some of the ladies in my Union sewing group what they knew about field nurses. One particularly talkative woman,  Nancy, claimed to have a daughter who works as a field nurse. The soldiers suffer from burns, amputations, and I disease. She said that the job is an emotional and physical strain, but I feel that my love for my dear James will guide me.







One thought on “A Mother’s Point of View

  1. Interesting approach of perspectives in terms of the civil war. I really like how your blog post focuses on a mother who was forced to watch her son go to war. Unfortunately, many loving mothers lost their sons to the war. Instead of focusing on casualties due to war, you focused on diseases taking the lives of young men. I can never imagine how it must have been like to be told that your son passed away, or what it felt to hold the last letter written to you by your son. In this case the mother of James was inspired to take on the role as a nurse. I wonder if due to the deaths of loved ones, more and more women were encouraged to participate in the medicinal field. I like how this story was told via a diary entry instead of being told through third person, it added more sentiment.

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