Role in the Army: Union Solider
As a young girl when they had planned to get married(15 years old)
Now(her hair is dirty blonde)
Other: When the war first started, her older brother went out to join the war. After the first battle though, the family got a message that he had died in battle. Claira, wanting to continue what her brother started in any way she could, tried to join as a army nurse. But,when they denied her, she was so stubborn and hard headed that she ran away from home, disguised herself as a boy, and joined the army as a solider.
Claira stood there in the old meadow. She never would have thought all the marching and fighting would have lead her here, so close to her home town. Her camp was really set up ten miles away, but she was so close that she had to take the long walk here. She was right outside the town, in the field that she and Andrew used to come to, and the same field that they had met to run off together, but never got a chance to do so before her parents caught them. It was a peaceful place, one with so many memories, and also sorrow.
Sighing, she stood from where she sat, picking up her hat from the ground,placing it over her shaggy blonde hair. She had chopped it short before going to join the Union Army, but now it had grown a little bit and was to her shoulders. Her girlish face was just mistaken by the men as still being a boy, yet to hit manhood. It was a hard thing to do, keeping her true identity a secret. She had find times to bath on her own, away from the eyes of others. She had to make her voice a little more scruffy, which in turn often made her throat sore. And she had to wear quite a few layers of clothing to hide her curves. But, it was all worth it if she could take up what her brother started.
She walked away from the meadow, and back the few hours walk to the camp. In the morning would be another battle and she just had to get sleep. Yet, just as the nights before, she couldn't. She layed awake in her tent, staring up at nothing, and when she did finally slip off, nightmares of the two bloody battles she had already been in too over, leaving her to be jerked awake by near by soldiers that heard her yelling. This had been happening for a while, and while it annoyed the soldiers that pitched their tents next to hers, they understood, because she wasn't the only one. Many of the men would wake up with the same frights. It was what war did to people. Haunted them.
She didn't get anymore sleep that night. Morning finally came, and they readied for battle. She always thought back to Andrew when she did this. She wondered if he had joined the army. If he had stayed where he had been, he would be in the Confederate Army. She wondered if he had moved on after she had been snatched away from him. He had been a few years older them her. Surely at the age he was now he had gotten married by this time. Married, maybe a kid or two. Left his wife to watch them while he was fighting for the Confederate. Sometimes she wondered if she was ever on the field with him. She even often wondered if any of her bullets hit him. And yet, she knew none of hers had. No, she saw the faces if every man she killed. Had her nightmares about them. If one of them were Andrew, she probably would have killed herself by now.
Having her gun and ammo ready, she got in the line up and marched, praying that things would go smoothly. She didn't know why, but she was more scared and nervous then she had ever been marching into battle. They saw the other army on the horizon and soon the battle started. It was bloody and vicious. People were all dying around her. And for a moment, just a moment, she thought maybe she would make it out alive. But, then she was hit. A bullet lodged her upper chest by her shoulder. She jerked and cried out in pain, though, her cry was lost in the sounds of the battle. She fell back and layed on the ground, moaning in pain a her vision first went red, then black as her eyes slipped shut, she herself going unconscious.