February 30th, 1862

Oh my goodness, today I found out who the man that got shot in the shoulder was! It was Henry Buford, Samuels best friend since Junior high. How could I have not recognized him!? Under the layer of blood, sweat and dirt was a face I knew. Oh my goodness. The layer of guilt built up in my body. Before, I had no clue who the man was. Only feeling concerned but no where near the feeling I have now, knowing who it was. I felt shocked and sunken when I found out. When I arrived at the Commission today, I saw his profile in the cabinet and saw who he was. I hope I can request to help treat him, since I know him.

I can't even remember the last time I've seen him. I wasn't very close to him or anything but as I knew Samuel since we were young, Samuel and Henry were always together. They were more than best friends, more like brothers. I hope Henry wakes up and gets better. He is very, severely injured and the wound from the bullet is very deep. I wonder if Samuel knows that Henry has been shot. I wonder if Samuel, himself is doing alright. I hope I get to hear from the both of them soon. Henrys wound does not look very good, I pray that the nurses do all they can and will be able to help Henry so he will be alright.