It is May 13, 1865. Two years sense our last battle. We "Confederate" won today, we won almost everyday and Union still won the war; I feel it's not fare, I feel that they shouldn't have won. Our commander Colonel Theodore H. Barrett was emotional… It was the weirdest thing seeing him, for he used to be my friend. We went to school together, thank the lord above us that he didn't recognize me. He said that I looked familiar and smirked, that scared me. But Max died, I held him, he told me to come closer, I did, his cold lips touched my cheek as a tear from my eye reached his head. He whispered in my ear "Lilly Haddix, I love you…" I scream for help. I screamed so god knows that he can't go, not yet. Maxwell Leon died in my arms, as my friend, as my love. I whispered slowly "Max, I love you too…" I grabbed his papers. And kept them next to mine. We always talked about how I have always wanted to be a doctor. I am still going to be studying medical when I leave. Soon I will be twenty-two I will be a new woman by the time I reach home. I hope when the future comes, I hope that peace will rise against the hatred. I never believed in slavery, I had slaves but they weren't my slaves. I fed them, gave them water, let them bring there families; I gave them a home when they didn't have one. I love you Max, I miss you Minnesota. Home here I come.