It had been a long journey before we arrived at Hilton Head, South Carolina, where we stayed for some time. We had traveled hundred of thousand miles, from Long Island, New York, throw Hempstead Plains were we encamped at Camp Winfield Scott, Washington D.C, and Annapolis, Maryland. After the long journey we couldn’t feel anything in our feet’s and legs, they were so tired after walking for three days straight.
A short time after the arrival of Hilton Head, I and the other soldiers who shared tent fell into a deep night sleep. The morning after we had arrived, we had the morning off to rest. I haven’t slept that well the last months, but this night I felt like a baby sleeping tight with it parents. When I woke up, I sat outside in front of our tent and began reading my favorite book. I was the first one awake of the soldiers from my tent, shortly after I began reading Mike, one of the other soldiers, came out and joined me. We didn’t really talk to each other, we only exchanged two words “good morning”, but we both enjoyed each other's silence. The peaceful silence that we had together got interrupted by the two other soldiers, they were laughing at some joke.
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