The Battle of Antietam intro

As the radiant red sun of the morning rises over the horizon I awake from my deep sleep. As the light puddles in from the great outdoors I take in this beautiful morning that is now upon me. Today is September 17th, 1862, which means today I go to Antietam Creek in hope of catching tonight’s supper. Although I live in Sharpsburg Maryland the creak is not far away from my house. I fallow the usual morning schedule and set out with my bamboo pole that my father made for me and worms I gathered last night. Stepping into the cool brisk air I can see a crisp frost for miles on end silently sitting on the blades of the grass.