Sweet Sweet Victory

My fellow men and I contently march across Bull Run creek back to camp after defeating the Union at Manassas. Although today was unexpected, it certainly raised spirits among the regiments. As I finally arrive at my tent after having fought a treacherous battle, I hear my stomach growl. I take my cap off as I collapse on my makeshift bed and remember Sally's homemade beef stew and her assortment of savory pound cakes. I tried to clasp the memory of when we used to eat together, but the memory was so remote it seemed to be but a dream. As I fall in and out of my daze, I hear grunts and heavy footsteps approaching the entrance of my tent. I hurriedly grab my cap and pistol as the shadow of a stranger drew closer to my tent. The large shadow was now directly outside my tent. "William is that you?" I exclaimed. The mysterious shadow gave no response. I decided it was best to see who was the stranger standing outside my tent. As I drew nearer to the opening of my tent, I felt my heart pound faster with each step I took. I peered outside and discovered a lonesome horse. " Why you half scared me to death," said I gazing at the horse.
 "MATTHEWS!" exclaimed a familiar voice behind me.
 "My, Captain Longstreet how pleasant it is to be in your presence this evening," I responded.
 "Sorry for scaring you back there, but I was to inform you that there's a large feast being served to-night. I thought you of all men would like to have some dinner after today's victory,". Just as I was about to answer, my stomach gave a loud growl.
 "I would gladly accept your invitation, but I have to write a letter to my dear sister before sunset," I blurted.
 " I thought you might say that," said Captain Longstreet as he pulled out a large piece of pound cake.
 "Ah, thank you Captain, I am in your debt,".
 "Nonsense, here take it,"
 As I wave goodbye to Captain Longstreet, I remember my dear Sally's delicious pound cake recipe. I walk into my tent and let the aroma of the cake fill the space. I sit on my bed and softly bite into my cake. Each bite of the cake was a little slice of heaven. I finish writing Sally's letter, now filled with crumbles of pound cake as the sun set and the last few sunrays faded into the night sky.