August 10th, 1861

Last night Emma woke up at 4 in the morning, crying and terrified. It took me a few minutes to get her to speak to me. Emma had a dream that the soldiers, including Samuel were going to fight and as they were heading South. They all got prepared and put on all their gear. They had their weapons in hand and were all charging out into the chaos. Next thing she knows, a tall bulky man, with light hair aimed his gun at Samuel. The bullet in the gun was released with a loud boom, as smoke went out. The bullet soared in the air and was going for Samuels head. Time froze and the bullet was right in front of Samuel's forehead. All of a sudden, flashed Samuel on the ground laying there, lifelessly. Emma bursted in tears as she imagined it once more.

Emma's dream had scared the both of us. I gave Emma a big hug and told her it was only a dream. Daddy is a tough fighter and is so much more aware of everything around him than just one man going to get him. I bet right now he's thinking of you Emma, and being with you this moment. She smiled and wiped away her last tear. I tucked Emma into bed and gave her a warm kiss on her cheek. Before I walked out of her room she asked me to read her a story. I read her a story about a strong man who didn't let anything stand in his way. He was a horseman who delivered news through town. One day, he had to send an important message and became a hero from it. Emma said she liked that story because it reminds her of her father, who is strong and never lets anything stand in his way. Also, to Emma, Samuel is her hero.