The War of 1812

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
When Jack get's a letter in the mail from the President and the U.S Government asking to come join the war, he must set out on a mysterious, yet fun journey from South Carolina all the way to Washington D.C for brief training. After he is done with brief training he is sent to the border of Canada and the U.S to fight in the invasion of Canada at the time.

Note: This isn't a short story anymore. I decided instead of making this a two part series and you having to wait for a "sequel" to come out I'm just going to write an XI chapter book. The book will be finished by May 27 or May 28, 2016. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far. Even though there is only two chapters, it;s still a book that wants you to say "that's it? Where's the rest of it? I need to read more. They can't just leave me hanging". But anyhow, I will be releasing chapter three and four come Saturday.

Happy reading!

Best Regards,
Austin (Author of Gone Part I-II & War of 1812)

Submitted: April 21, 2016

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Submitted: April 21, 2016



Chapter One:



“Morning paps,” I said. “Morning son. Sleep well last night?” He asked.

I had actually slept like crap last night. Those straw beds are very pointy and they poke your back every time you move. Anyways, I walked over to the table and pulled out a chair and sat down. Paps was making us breakfast. We were having bacon, eggs, mashed potatoes, and sliced bread with some fresh orange juice. I was sitting down at the table and then I heard a knock at the door. So I got out of my chair and walked over to the door. It was a man with a brown satchel wrapped around his shoulder. He was dressed in a soldier uniform. I asked why he was wearing that type of uniform. “Because I’m a soldier mate,” he replied. We then continued to have a conversation until my paps yelled “let’s go son. We gotta tend to the crops this morning.” So, me and the messenger finished our conversation and he went off and wished me a good day.

When I went through the mail and found a letter that was addressed to me. So of course, I opened it because I’m a nosy person. It said:

Dear Mr. Stevens,

We’re writing you today because we are in need of some new, young soldiers for the war. Just recently, did the President declare war against Britain. Now, since we’re a developing country, we need to strengthen our army to defend against enemies like Britain. Please be a gentlemen and come serve for your country. The U.S Government has offered to pay you and your family $13 dollars a month for your service. That is, of course if you join. Think about it Mr. Stevens.


The President & U.S Government


When I had read that letter I was shocked to see that they wanted me. I felt like they were desperate to have me, which they were, of course. Now, I know for a fact that I wasn’t in shape to just step away from home and embark on a new journey and go to war. I didn’t want to tell papa, but I had to. It was the right thing to do. So I walked back into the kitchen and threw the mail onto the table. He looked at me and asked what I had in my hand. “Whatchya have in your hand boy. Lemme see that!” As he said that he took it out of my hands and put his reading glasses on and started reading. A few moments went by and he looked at me in a depressed tone. “Are you really going to do this, son?” he asked quietly. Of course, I didn’t want to say yes to him, but I want to do that. I said to myself. So, we carried on with our day and went out to tend to the crops.

Later that night we were sitting at the living space reading the newspaper. I was reading the wanted soldiers section. There weren’t really any requirements to join which surprised me a bit. My dad was acting strange that night after he had read the letter earlier that morning. He hadn’t said a word to me all day long. Which really disappointed me because me and my dad were really close after ma had passed away a year ago. Anyways, I had said that I was going to bed and my paps didn’t give me the nightly kiss goodnight like he always does. I hadn’t actually gone to bed, I was just waiting for him to go to bed so I could pack my bags and start my journey to D.C for brief training before I go into battle. I was seriously excited to go into battle mainly because my paps would get money to support himself weekly. Thirteen dollars was a-lot of money.

About two and half hours went by before I heard footsteps through the house and a door close upstairs. That’s when I hurried and packed my bags. I threw some underwear, shirts, pants, and a-lot of socks. I have a tendency to go through a-lot of socks because they either tear or get torn while being washed.

I had to be really quiet packing my bags because if my dad caught me leaving the house in the middle of the night, he’d give me a beating. And his beatings weren’t very lenient at all. When he’s upset, he’s serious. He’ll spank your ass till it’s black and blue. He doesn’t care. Now, for me, I’ve only been whipped once. That was for having a girl over to do some homework for school. Of course, I was stupid enough to start making out with her and stuff like that. By the time we got down to barely nothing on my dad walked into my room and saw us lying on the bed and clothes scattered all around my room. Not getting into more detail about that. Anywho, I finished packing my bags and now it was time to write a goodbye letter to him, so he knows where I went. I wrote-

Dear Paps,

I know that you aren’t happy with me going into battle, but think of the bright side of all this. We’ll get paid $13 dollars a month for my service in the war. And after the war we’ll get paid almost $156 dollars a year. Now, you should be happy with me that I’m making this decision to go into battle. Ma would have been so proud of me. I will write to you every night before I go to bed so you don’t have to get worried and come after me. But, I love you papa and don’t forget that.



When I finishes writing the letter, I stood up from sitting on my bed. I leaned over to put the letter on the pillow. I grabbed my bags and quietly opened my bedroom door. The door was old, so therefore it creaked, and squeaked. As I was opening the door, a bang came from the window behind me. So I quietly set my bags down and tip-toed over to the window to see what it was. I opened the window and leaned out… and of course, it was Max my german shepherd. He was about four years old. He’s our farmdog. He was the one that helped us moves the herds around the farm when we needed to. He glanced at me for about three seconds then barked. After that, he darted off into the dark abyss. So I closed my window and blew out the candle that was lit above my nightstand. Then I threw my coat on over my overalls and shirt and walked towards the door. I slipped my shoes on and realized that I had forgotten my bags in my room. So, I had to carefully and quietly tip-toe back to my room to grab my bags. So I did and got my bags. I then walked through the house to get back to the front door...trying to make any sounds. But that was impossible because the floorboards creaked. So I walked back outside and closed the door behind me. I started walking to the train station that was about two to three hours away from where I lived.

I walked down our long and narrow walkway and down the driveway to the dirt road. I loved walking at night. It made me feel so alive. Like I was free in a way. I wish those flying thingies were made already. I had so many ideas in mind that by the time I had reached the station, I was lost in space. I finally woke up from daydreaming and walked on the cold cobblestone ground. There were dim lights on each sides of the pathway. There was even a sign that said “Welcome All” then it stated in a little font: “Only ten shillings for a one way train ride.”

So I walked inside and the greeter said “Good Evening. How are you doing tonight?” He was wearing an all black tuxedo with a white dress shirt, some fancy shoes, and of course the eyeglass that all the “famous” or “rich” people wear along with their evening dinner clothes. When I went up to the booth to get a train ticket, he asked how old I was. I said I was eighteen years old. He asked if I had a birth certificate. “Of course I have a birth certificate,” I responded. So I pulled out my birth certificate and showed it to the cashier. He looked at it and then looked back at me. He said “here you go son. Where are you headed this late at night?” I responded “I’m going into battle against the british.”




Chapter Two:

Best night ever


I finally boarded the train at around two o’clock in the morning. I walked outside and waited in the line to board the train. At the head of the line there was a conductor that was punching holes in passengers tickets. One by one they all boarded the train and took their seats. I, of course, got the beat down when I waked up to the conductor. He looked at me with an upset look on his face. “How old are ya, boy?” In return I said “I’m eighteen your majesty.” I think I just pissed him off more than he already was. “Here’s your ticket!” he snapped. When I walked up to the cabin, it was warm and cozy. It was welcoming. Especially after walking two hours to get here. So I scoped out the cabin to find a seat. Then I found a seat next to a lady. Don’t mind if I do. I said to myself. So I walked over to her seat and sat down. She glared at me the whole trip there. Five minutes into the trip, she said her first words to me.

“What’s up pretty boy?”

“Nothing much,” I said.

“Where ya headed to?” she asked.

“I’m headed off to go join the war,” I answered.

“Oh fun. Wanna know where I’m going?”

“Sure” I said.

“I’m going to be a surgeon in the war. I’ll be the person to amputate any limbs from wounded soldiers. Maybe one day it’ll be you,” she stated.

“Let’s hope not,”

I got really nervous about her telling me she was going to be a doctor in the war. Taking people’s limbs off and then burning them? What the heck? I got scared, and yet again, had second thoughts about joining the war. When she had came back from the bathroom she started flirting with me again. I said:


“Look, you’re a nice gal and all, but I’m taken already, okay?” “Oh….um, I’m sorry, I didn’t know that,” she said. “It’s fine,” I said. “But, I’ll always be here for you no matter what,”. And just like that, I started treating her like a sister that I never had.



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