A Difference Of Purpose: A Novel Of The American Civil War
A DIFFERENCE OF PURPOSE is a civil war novel that tells the story of 12 year old Jonathan Berkeley, a Confederate drummer boy serving with the famous Orphan Brigade, and his uncle and Godfather, Alexander Wythe, an abolitionist lawyer and captain serving in the Union army. They wrestle with God and their own inner demons as they confront devastating personal tragedies and search desperately for faith, love and meaning in a torn and tragic world of civil war. Captain Wythe is forced to question his faith when confronted with the loss of loved ones, including his wife, Amanda Wythe,and with the human suffering, inhumanity, cruelty and chaos of the American Civil War. This story of loss, sorrow, faith, and redeeming love takes the reader on a fast-paced journey to the bloody battlefields of Fredericksburg, Stones River, and Chickamauga, and through a world of division and heartbreak. Also featured in this novel of love and war are Abraham Lincoln, Clara Barton, the abolition of slavery, the mistreatment of American Indians, and the largest mass execution in American history.
Wythe,” a sergeant said, “I sure could use some tobacco.” Alexander grinned and reached for his pouch of tobacco that he carried in his coat pocket. “I’ll bet you could,” Alexander said, handing the man his tobacco pouch. “Leave me some, Sergeant.” “I’ll just roll me a little cigarette, Captain. Thank you.” Something isn’t right, Alexander thought. He and the other men knew that they should have attacked much earlier, when Lee’s forces were small. Instead, they had waited on pontoon trains.
It had something to do with a judge.” Tommy looked away at the wall and said, “You speak of justice. What about mercy? And, what about your peace of mind?” He looked toward Alexander. “What about your peace of mind?” he repeated. “Do you really believe it would bring you peace of mind for me to tell you who killed your father?” “I don’t know if justice is what I want right now,” Alexander replied after a few moments of silence. “I’m probably not too interested in mercy right now. I just want.
“Just visiting.” “You are crazy! Let me finish tending to this man, and we’ll chat over coffee. Have a seat,” he said, beckoning to a stool near the entrance of a nearby tent. Fifteen minutes later, Patrick joined Alexander, who was looking out onto the hazy fields below. “I came here from St. Louis after visiting Tommy Winston in jail. He told me about the battle here.” They walked about the camp and talked for awhile. “I want to show you something,” Patrick said, reaching into his.
General George Thomas the nickname of “The Rock of Chickamauga.” Thomas’ men stood their ground along the horseshoe shaped ridge, fighting back assault after assault. Brannan’s Division and parts of the Divisions of Wood, Negley and Van Cleve held off the Confederates for a couple of hours, but their supply of ammunition began to dwindle. Fortunately, General Granger, without orders, brought his men up from a position in reserve of the field of battle. Finally, Brig. General James B. Steedman’s.
Eyes. Now, all Tina could see were scarred battlefields, lost love, lost friends, lost life, lost meaning, lost hope, lost peace. She was holding Alexander by the arm now. She looked into his inquiring eyes and spoke up. “Alexander, do you remember that paper you wrote on the Jewish concept of peace – ‘Shalom’?” “What?” “Amanda told me about it. When she lay injured in my arms after the Indians had left. I thought she was going to die, then. But, she talked about you. She just wanted to talk.