Mary Lou Thompson.

My real name is Mary. But everyone calls me by my middle name, Lou. I was only fifteen when the war began. I missed my dad and my brother everyday. When I was young, I couldn't understand why people were fightin'. I still have regrets about that day. The day I said goodbye. But what am I doing, thinking about this, I have to live in the present. But it's so unbearably difficult not to think about it. The day that letter came. I remember the way mama cried for weeks. I almost couldn't take it anymore. They asked me to do it, and I accepted. As revenge for my beloved father and my brother. I don't even blink. I've never regretted anything I've ever done. These men deserve it. They think I'm sweet and innocent, but they're wrong. I can handle myself. They think I can't, but I can. There ain't no way I'm lettin' myself down after I've come so far. They've asked me to be a spy and I will fight to the end. I will never let my family go hungry, and I will never ever forget my father or my brother. Something's for sure though, there ain't no better grit than when a woman has it. They say lots a' men have grit, but they ain't never seen anything like us. They don't even know what hit 'em when suddenly their information's leaked to their enemies. Oops, did I do that?