Southern hospitality 1/1
I’ve never done anything like this, certainly nothing as dark as this and never ever attempted a historical AU. Thanks to @inkcollectorus @scully-loves-ruthie and @baronessblixen for the encouragement because I was terrified to post it.
An American Civil war AU
They advance quietly, bodies weary and bloodied from a battle lost that should never have been fought. These men in their prime fighting for a cause that has somehow become blurred and confused amidst the stench of death that seems to now be imbued permanently in the very air that they breathe.
A bloodbath of such magnitude each of the small group wondered if the fortunate ones were actually those who had fallen to the dusty earth, a final howl of anguish as frail bodies - flesh and bone- were torn and ripped and lifeforce was stolen in the blink of an eye as though it had never been. Those hundreds of bodies who would never again be required to stare the devil in his face and be found wanting. Fathers, sons, brothers of years past who now would be mourned by loved ones who waited for news behind closed doors amidst an ever-waning hope that things would ever be the same as they had been before.
He can barely remember. Can barely recognise the young man in the crisp navy serge who marched so proudly alongside his comrades, waving confidently amid promises that he would be home for Christmas; that this war was as good as won.