When Johnny Was a Soldier : First Battle of Bull Run. WARNING! This is a hard hitting story of the Civil War. It contains descriptions of sex between men and children, slaves and the word nigger is used often. If such things offend you read no farther. This is a work of fiction based loosely on the history of America in the 1850's to the end of the Civil War. Story codes, pedo M,g rape, death, torture, historic racism. If you are interested in such stories read on and see what befalls one Capitan Johnny Cain when he was a soldier... July 14, 1861 Camp Clark, Washington My very dear Sarah: The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days--perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more . . . I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans on the triumph of the Government and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing--perfectly willing--to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt . . . Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me unresistibly on with all these chains to the battle field. The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them for so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood, around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me--perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often times been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness . . . But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights . . . always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again . . . Sullivan Ballou was killed a week later at the first Battle of Bull Run, July 21, 1861. The battle was fought in Virginia, near the Manassas Virginia railway junction, after which the battle is called (or First Bull Run, named after the flowing stream on the battlefield, if of the Union persuasion). The armies in this first battle were not very large by later Civil War standards. The Federal forces under Brigadier General Irvin McDowell were organized into four divisions (five, if one includes Runyan's division), of about 30,000 men. These divisions were commanded by Tyler, Hunter, Heintzelman, (Runyan), and Miles. The Confederate command structure was somewhat more unwieldy, including two "armies", with no division structure and thirteen independent brigades under Bonham, Ewell, Jones, Longstreet, Cocke, Early, Holmes, Kershaw, Evans, Jackson, Bartow, Bee, Smith, and a cavalry brigade under Stuart. The Confederate Army of the Potomac was under the command of Brigadier General Pierre G. T. Beauregard, and the Army of the Shenandoah was commanded by Brigadier General Joseph E. Johnston. These two forces would equal McDowell's strength. Interestingly enough, each commander had planned to initiate an attack on the other side with a feint attack on the enemy's right flank and a massed attack on the opposite flank. Had this been done simultaneously, and both been successful in their purpose, the two armies would have simply pivoted around each other and ended up in each other's rear, able to march unopposed to Washington or Richmond, as the case may be. As it turned out, the general least successful in initiating this movement was the winner. McDowell had planned to use Tyler's division as the diversionary attack at the Stone Bridge, while Davies' brigade did the same at Blackburn's Ford. At the same time, Hunter's and Heintzelman's divisions would cross Bull Run at Sudley Springs and attack from the north. McDowell's green troops involved in the flanking column, reached their jumping off positions two and a half hours behind schedule. Tyler's and Davies' attacks at the Stone Bridge and Blackburn's Ford were already well under way, and the Confederate high command was beginning to sense a ruse because the Union attacks were not pressed very hard. When Beauregard was notified that Federal troops were massing on his left flank, he realized that this must be the main attack so began to shift his own troop dispositions. The Federals had about 18,000 men in the main attack column and it was only thanks to the quick reactions of Colonel "Shank" Evans and his small brigade that Beauregard did not suffer a major disaster. He quickly moved his small force to Matthew's Hill to block the Federal move. Sounds of the fighting drew other brigade commanders to Evans' aid on their own initiative. Brigadier General Barnard Bee and Colonel Bartow joined Evans' defensive line and deployed their men to his right to extend and strengthen it. The Confederate position was still badly outnumbered however, and eventually the weight of those numbers began to be felt. With Tyler's division threatening the right flank and rear of the Confederate position after having forced a crossing at the Stone Bridge, and their left flank now being overlapped by Federal reinforcements, the three Confederate brigades broke to the rear, heading toward the cleared plateau of the Henry House Hill. Unfortunately for the Federals, they were slow to follow-up their success and allowed the Southern brigade commanders to rally the remnants of their units behind Jackson's brigade which had just arrived and formed a line of battle on the reverse slope of Henry House Hill. In the meantime, McDowell ordered two artillery batteries to advance to silence the defensive fire. Rickett's Battery and Griffin's Battery advanced to well within musket range of the Confederate positions near the crest of the hill. These batteries were counterattacked by Confederate infantry and cavalry who then overran the 11 guns. Although it is still somewhat an open question, most historians give credit to the 33rd Virginia Infantry, although the 6th North Carolina State Troops, and elements of the 2nd Mississippi Infantry also claim credit for silencing Ricketts. This counterattack also routed the infantry supports to the guns -- a battalion of U. S. Marines and the 11th New York Infantry, the famed Fire Zouaves. The loss of the guns became a focal point for see-saw attacks and counterattacks by each side, with the possession of the guns changing hands several times. Finally having accumulated enough units to not only stabilize the Confederate lines, but also overlap the right flank of the Federal lines, the order was given for a general advance by Beauregard. This attack caved-in the Federal right and what began as a fairly orderly retreat turned into a disorganized rout. The equally tired and inexperienced Confederates however, were in no shape to conduct an effective pursuit, so the battle ended. The Federals lost about 3,000 casualties (killed, wounded, and captured or missing), and the Confederates suffered about 2,000. What follows are the actions of Captain Johnny Cain, commander of a company of light calvary in the Confederate Army of the Potomac under the command of Brigadier General Pierre G. T. Beauregard. The Captain's company was part of James Ewell Brown Stuart's (J.E.B Stuart) cavalry brigade which played a pivotal roll in the battle. It was his unit that overran the 11 Union cannons on the reverse slope of Henry House Hill. The guns were contested several times and changed hands five times during the course of the battle. His light calvary payed a heavy price in the attack as he lost 70% of his men either killed, wounded or captured. Captain Cain was himself wounded in the left leg. A Union sharpshooter hit him as he rallied his men to hold the cannons. The round passed through the meat of his leg missing the femur. His mount Ginger was not so lucky for the bullet severed her spine. The gallant horse struggled to rise, but could not. Cain drew his service revolver and shot her in the head ending her suffering. The officer fought on refusing medical aid until the battle was won. He tied his red belt sash around the wound to stop the heavy flow of blood. His men dismounted and turned the Yankee canons against the 11th New York Infantry, the famed Fire Zouaves. The Confederate soldiers loaded the brass canons with canaster shot and fired them. At times, particularly at very close range, the artillery crew fired extremely lethal "double canister," where two rounds were loaded into the gun tube and fired simultaneously using a single charge. This sent 80 one inch lead balls ripping into anything within 400 yards of the guns to shreds. When the Federal forces under Brigadier General Irvin McDowell were routed he allowed his second in command Lieutenant Beauregard Jackson to assume his command and he was taken to an aid station in a farmhouse near Henry House Hill. The small stone farmhouse was sounded by tents pitched by the Army of the Shenandoah. Wagons driven by Negro slaves brought an endless line of the wounded from both the North and the South. Surgeons preformed their lifesaving work on doors taken down from the farm house and sat upon barrels. The deadly lead minie ball bullet used by both sides caused horrific wounds that more times than not required amputation of any limb hit. The barnyard of the farmhouse was littered with the dead and piles of limbs removed from the fallen. "You sir are a very lucky man. A fraction of an inch to the left and that ball would have shattered your leg and at best I would be hacking it off now instead of sewing you back up. What you got here is a million dollar wound. Not bad enough to kill you but serious enough to warrant a 30 day medical leave of absents. I shall sign the necessary papers for you." Doctor Leonard McCoy the haggard bloodied surgeon said as he tied off the last stitch on Cain's leg. The doctor had to use boiled horse hair to close the wound as they had ran out of silk thread. Unknown to the doctor at the time but boiling the horse hair killed any nasty bacteria on the hair and made for a more sterile procedure. Little was know about germs or bacteria and their effect on the human body. Dirty saws, knives, clamps and other surgery tools were used on the wounded transferring infected blood and gore from patient to patient. Infection, illness, and disease killed more men on both sides of the war than gun fire did. " I thank you sir, however I must get back to my men. I shall be fine." the capitan argued. "Sir you are no good to your unit dead, If you try and go back to active duty that is what you shall be. You need bed rest for at least two weeks and then another two before you can ride around the country killing Yankees. The war sir can go on without you for two fortnights. I say go sir and be with your loving wife and children. Tomorrow when you are better able to travel I shall have my Nigger Tom drive you home in a wagon." the old country doctor said with a heavy sigh. The war had just began and all ready he was tired of mending the human carnage of battle. "Very well then sir I shall do as you order. Thank you for saving my leg. I think I shall have a dram of whiskey or two. Care to join me in a drink sawbones?" the Confederate warrior asked as he pulled a silver flask from his coat pocket. "Indeed I shall sir, let us toast to an early victory for the South and an end to this God awful slaughter." he said as he took a tin cup from the table. "Here here sir, from your lips to God's ears. May our new nation prevail. I think that if the Yankees have no better luck than they did here we shall be dining in the White House by the time I am off my medical "retirement". he said as they touched drinking vessels. "One can only hope, sir one can only hope. Tom fetch Leroy and you two cary Cpt. Cain upstairs to the bedroom. He can use my bed for I shall not have time for its comfort this night or the next by looks of line of wounded awaiting my tender mercy." Doctor McCoy snapped as an old Nigger hopped off a stool and went to fetch his son to cary the officer upstairs. " Yes sir, masser Jim. I be getting dat no good lazy boy o'mine strait away sir." the old black man said as he left the makeshift operating room. "See that you do. I need this table for the next man." the doctor said as he tossed down the last few drops of the golden whiskey. The two buck Niggers came back and hoisted the wounded officer off the table and assisted him up the narrow stairway. The coons undressed the tall office and helped him get into a long nightshirt. They lay him on the feather bed and asked if there was anything they could do for him. "No, just get your lazy asses back down and help your master. I shall be fine here." Johnny ordered as he lay back in the bed. He saw that the bandage on his leg was made of some Southern Bell's petticoats cut into strips. A red stain spread across embossed silk fabric. Sleep came quickly to the wounded warrior as the loss of blood and the fatigue of battle had taken its toll. He was awakened by the call of bugles sounding reveille as the camp was called to action. He could hear the rattle of wagons and the curses of their teamsters as they cracked their whips imploring the beasts of burden to move out down the crowded muddy road. The smell of death permeated the small farmhouse, and he could hear the feeble moans of the dying coming up from below. The blast of a steam whistle cut through the early morning air as a train on the Manassas Gap Railroad came into the town. Orders were shouted as men formed ranks and prepared to move against the retreating Federal forces of Sherman and McDowell who had run back to Washington DC with their tails tucked between their legs. There came a knock at his bedroom door, and he bade whoever was outside to come in. "Masser Johnny, it be old Tom and Leroy come to fetch you to da wagon down yonder to carry you home sir." the aged darkie said his dirty old hat in his hands. "Come in then, and bring me the chamber pot so I can let down my night water." he said as he threw back the covers of the bed. "Yes sir, I be doin' that straight away." the old grizzled slave said as he came in the small room and fetched the porcelain pot. " I am a bit stiff darkie you will have to take my Johnson out and drain my lily." the wounded office commanded as he lay back down in the bed. The old black man pulled up the white man's nightshirt and lifted his erect cock. He placed the cock over the chamber pot and waited for the man to piss. The officer grunted a bit and then farted as his piss began to flow. "Aaw, that is better. Just don't stand there like an ape shake the dew off of it and help me get dressed." he snapped at the two slaves. "Yes sir masser." Tom said as he opened a package containing a freshly laundered uniform for the Confederate officer. " Yo, Lieutenant Beauregard, he bring dis by early dis mornin' he say give it to yo. He have to move the company out early and he not want to disturb yo rest. He say the men day be fine and yo not to worry yo self bout dem. He say yo get better soon a'for he and the rest of yo me kill off all dem damned Yankees for sure. Dat what he said sir yes it is." the aged slave said as he helped the man dress. "Sound's just like old Beauregard. Do not forget my sword and pistol." he said as he leaned on the younger nigger's shoulder. The slave picked up the Wilkinson sword and the heavy Colt .36 Navy revolver in its warn black leather holster. He followed the two downstairs into the makeshift operating room. The surgeon was still at his gory task. The room stank of blood and death. "I see you have made it through the night. How is your leg?" the doctor asked as he poured hot wax to seal the stump of a leg on a Union soldier. The man cried out as the hot wax covered his amputated leg. "Doing a damned sight better than that poor fool. There is a bit of pain when I move but it is bearable. Thank you again doctor." Johnny said as he watched the Union soldier pass out. "See to it that your wife changes the bandage everyday and look for sings of gangrene. If it gets red or pussy you call in a doctor right away. You can use a touch of laudanum if the pain gets too bad but not too much. I have seen many a man get hooked on the Devil's brew" he said as he handed a glass bottle of the drug to him and called for the next man awaiting his help. "I shall do that sir. God bless you and keep you safe sir. I bid you adieu." Cain said as he was helped out of the carnal house. The roads around the farmhouse were clogged with the units of the Confederate Army of the Potomac as they gathered themselves to chase the Union forces north. There sat a sorry excuse for a wagon next to the house. A team of oxen were yoked to the dilapidated wooden wagon. Fresh straw had been laid in the back for the officer to ride on. "I is sorry sir but dis be da best I's could get. All da good wagons day be taken fo' da army. I reckon that its will get us to yo home directly. Where be yo home sir?" the old slave asked as he helped the officer up into the back of the wagon. "My plantation is just out side of Fredericksburg. Take this road south and I will tell you when to turn." he said as he leaned against the wooden rails of the wagon and doffed his gray hat to the units as they marched off to the next battle. "Give'm hell boys!" he yelled as the wagon jerked and the oxen plodded down the rutted muddy road. The trip took two days to make it the forty miles to Cain's plantation. His leg had gotten somewhat better but it now throbbed with each beat of his hart. The captain had stopped the village of Cornwell to get another bottle of laudanum. His leg was stiff and he knew that he would not have been able to ride a horse let alone fight in a campaign. The wounded veteran had to use a crutch the aged nigger had carved for him out of a dead branch and padded the top with an old wool blanket. It was crude but effective. The homemade crutch allowed him to hobble about on his own. Traffic was heavy on the road as more men and equipment headed north toward the battles being fought there. They often had to pull to the side of the road to let long lines of marching solders pass. Each time a unit would pass Johnny would give them a rebel yell and the men would answer as he encouraged them. Just outside of Fredericksburg he saw a unit of heavy horse advancing down the road. "By the gods! Is that you Johnny Cain? What the hell happened to you?" a tall bearded man yelled as he rained in his mount. "Cousin Edward! When did you get your commission? This is no big deal, I got in the way of a Yankee ball up in Manassas, It went right through me and killed poor Ginger." Johnny said as he reached out to grasp his cousin's hand. "Told mother that Virginia needs all of her able bodied sons to rally round the flag. She nearly had kittens and carried on so that you would have thought that someone had died. Father stepped in and gave me his blessing and that was the end to it. He bought me this posting and made sure that his Mason brothers in the 33rd Virginia found me a cavalry unit. Old Bough Sullivan is our commander, he has got us ridding hell bent for leather to catch up with the rest of the unit. We sure kicked them Union boy's asses." the young red headed man said as he wheeled his mount to trot along side the lumbering ox cart. "That we did Ed, but I tell you it was a close thing, those Federal boys counter charged right into the teeth of those 11 cannons we took. We were firing grape shot into their ranks and they just kept on coming. Do not think of them as cowards or some bumkins that will flee at the first volley, no sir they stood their ground until old Beauregard massed our units and rolled over their right flank. My company lost 42 men killed or wounded, three of that number are missing and presumed to have been captured. I pray to God Almighty that this conflict is over soon. Do you know that there is but one cannon factory in all of the South? If we can not trade our cotton for English guns the war will be short and not end as we all hope." Johnny said shaking his head. "It sounds like it was rough, nothing like the talk at the balls and grand parties held to raise gold for the war effort. There it is all talk of our just cause and the glory of battle. What you told me seems nothing like that." the young man said as he sobered darkend by his cousins speech. "It was, I lay in a farm house waiting my turn under the surgon's knife and saw more suffering and death than I ever want to see again. The blood that poured from the wounds was red whether it came from a Rebel or a Yankee. Be brave and do your duty to your men but think not that this is a lark or summer's war for I fear we are in for the fight of our lives." the wounded officer said. "Well I am glad that you made it out of the battle. I shall heed your wise words but my unit is pulling away and I must ride. Be well cousin and give my love to your wife and children. Tell my mother that you saw me and that I am in good spirits." he said as he turned his mount and galloped off to join his unit. On September 17th, 1862 at the battle of Antietam in Maryland the young first lieutenant was struck by an eight pound solid cannon ball and killed. There was not much of left of him to bury. His body was identified by a photo of he and his wife found in his coat pocket. Johnny Cain arrived at his plantation in the early evening. His overseer Morris McPherson saw the old wagon coming down the tree lined lane leading to the three story brick mansion. He spurred his black gelding mount and galloped to greet his employer. "Captain Cain, why sir you are wounded! Let me get the carriage and take you to the manner house." he said as he jumped off his mount and rushed to Cain's side. "Mr. Morris that shall not be necessary. This old wagon has carried me this far, I reckon it will do for the last few hundred yards. You just go and tell Sirra that her husband is home for a 30 day furlow. Then put these two niggers up in one of the slave cabins. See to it that two of the young girls spend the night with them. Send Cotton and Patsy, it is time those girls start making some babies for the plantation. They are over 11 now aren't they ?" Cain asked as the colored boys had earned a little nooky in his mind. "Yes sir Cotton she be round 11 and a half and Patsy is near to 12 if she is a day. Hard to tell as she came right off the boat from the Ivory Coast. I shall go tell the Missus Cain that you are home and I shall roust old Bess and have her get the girls ready for bedding these bucks." Morris said as he remounted his steed and rode back to the white washed home. "I thank ye sir. Dat be good to have a bit of comfort fo dese old bones. Leroy here he put babies in all the gals he be wif shore nuf." old Tom said as he prodded the oxen down the lane. "T'is the least that I could do for you boys. You did a right smart job of seeing me home. I may ask your master if he would sell you two to me. I can alway use good niggers. Be sure to plow their fields well and sow your seed in each of them boys. I want to see cum dripping out of their little pussies in the morning." he said as he got an erection just thinking of that soft dark pussy. He often took to bed his fertile slaves and was not bothered by selling his own flesh and blood into slavery. Cain did not view his niggers as human but rather as property to be used as he and God saw fit for they were much better off here on his plantation than back in wilds of Africa. He had taken three trips across the wide Atlantic on his brother's slave ship The Nightingale prior to 1859. Johnny had seen how the savages lived in grass huts and ran around nearly naked. Captain Cain was met at his front door by his wife, and three children plus the house staff of niggers. He noticed that Lilly was thick with child. He wondered if the nigglet would be half white or all black as he had used the young teen often and she had born him a fine nigger boy who they called Toby. "Oh dear God you are wounded! Does it pain you darling" his wife said as she swept him into her arms and fused over him. " Only a bit dear. I was quite lucky a fraction of an inch over and I would be on a peg leg. The shot killed poor Ginger right out from underneath me. It was a bloody day dear. But let us not talk of the war for it shall look after it'self. How are my children?" he asked as he tussled his twin boys hair. "We are fine sir. Did you kill many Yankees father?" Timmy asked as he looked at his father's wounded leg. "Hush! Timmy your father has said that he wishes not to speak of the battle so we shall not have another word about it. Is that clear?" his mother said as she twisted his ear. "Ouch! Yes Ma'am." the young towheaded boy said as he rubbed his ear. "I do belive that it is near your bedtime children and I shall be here for a month so go with Auntie Flow to your rooms and retire for the night. We shall see you in the morning when we break our fast." Johnny Cain said as he leaned on his crutch. "Good night father." the three young children said at once as they were hurried away by their nigger nanny Flow. The large woman was black as coal and as fat as two legged sow. "My husband it is good to see you again so soon. I had feared that it would be a year or more before we were together again. I am afraid that the moon is upon me dearest and will be for three or four more days." she said feeling shame for her menstrual cycle as if she should have had some control over her bodies natural functions. "Not to fret my darling, if I have the need upon me I shall call upon one of the niggers, however I feel that as I stand here it would be poor love making at best. You go on to your boudoir and I shall seek my rest in my chambers. It has been a tasking journey and I lust after only the feathers of my mattress there to seek the arms of Morpheus with his gift of dreams." he said as he kissed his short wife on the top of her head. "As you wish sir. It would be a blessing for me this night dear. May Morpheus bring you only pleasant dreams husband." she said as she brushed his sallow cheek and felt the stubble of a three day beard growth upon his skin. " I shall retire to my toilet and see you in the morning a refreshed and shaven husband dear." he said as his wife left for her chambers with her nigger maids. "Good to have ye home sir. Which nigger girl do you want for the night?" McPherson asked as he lent his right arm to the wounded warrior. "Oh, I do not care which one, just a young one but not a virgin as I am not up for all the drama of taking some sweet little thing's cherry this night. Morris fetch me a jug of corn squeezing as I am not too fond of this damned laudanum." Johnny said as he did not want to come down with 'Soldier Sickness'. Soldiers were administered laudanum, an opiate alcohol syrup mixture, as a pain killer. This led to "Soldier Sickness" due to the addictive powers of opium. Later to offset the addiction to opium, morphine - a milder form of opium was invented. To offset the addiction of morphine, heroin - a weaker form of morphine - was invented and to offset heroin addiction, methadone - a synthetic opiate - was used and is used today. "Yes sir I shall do that. I think that little Ayana will fill your needs. I have been using her for a month now and she is well tamed for bedding. She is still tight and moves her ass lively. The little hellcat bit a piece of my ear off the first time I used her. I had to beat her something awful so her back is a bit scarred up but her little tits are just fine." he said with a knowing laugh. "Well I shall lay back and make her ride my pole so she can use some of that energy to please me. Toby come and shave me." Cain ordered his man-servant as he leaned on the old nigger's still strong arm. They walked up the grand staircase which led to the second floor. They turned to the right towards Captain Cain's chambers. If they had gone left they would have been going to his wife's domain. The old man-servant had to his credit gotten the small wood-burning stove lit and had a pot of water heating for his master's toilet. All of the necessary items were laid out on a marble dry-sink ready for their tasks. The officer had indulged himself with the purchase of a real barber's chair. The cast iron chair had been made in London England and shipped home on the 'Nightingale' when his brother had made the triangle run from Cuba a few yeas back. A classic trip would be the trade of molasses from the Caribbean to Europe, where it was distilled into rum. The profits from the sale of sugar were used to purchase manufactured goods, which were then shipped to West Africa, where they were bartered for slaves. The slaves were then brought back to the South to be sold to sugar planters. The profits from the sale of the slaves were then used to buy more sugar, which was shipped to Europe, etc. The trip itself took five to twelve weeks. 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