June 16th, 1863
Today my master got to the point where he almost beat me. I know he wasn't intending to because my master is a good man. What I do know is that his drunkenness takes him over and transforms him into a mean and nasty monster. He made me work longer in the fields. Usually, he let's me take breaks and sometimes even lets me keep a very small portion of his crops so I may be able to feed my family. I have two children, Zadie and Marcie Mcepherson. They are the most important things in my life and am willing to do anything to keep them alive and well. Only one the constantly is in the back of my mind: war. Zadie is close to the age where you are forced to go in... I just hope the war ends before he has to..
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