My father ran up to me, and said that the Pope had called all people to go fight in the Crusades. He asked me to get ready and pack all my belongings. I agreed, and slowly walked to my room. I fell onto my bed, and I just laid there. I wondered what it would be like in the Crusades. Would I even survive? This is the second crusade group, and I know that so many peasants died in the first crusade because of the Muslim Turks. I was scared, but I was sure that we would all be safe and together somehow. My family is a family of nobles, and some of my family members were knights! I packed everything up, but during my packing, I realized something worse. What if everyone died like the rest of the crusaders? I might not even be able to stay with my family!
I stopped packing, and I felt horrible. I knew that being in the crusades meant we might have to lose our family, and our lives, but I never actually thought about it. I sobbed for a little bit, then stopped. We will still be together, even in the afterlife. I smiled to myself, because I realized that my family will always be together, and then I had another feeling take over my body. Our family would be proud fighting for our religion, showing that we care. We would be even more proud if we came back with the Holy Land of Palestine in our hands, for all of the people to be happy. We would all be proud. I told my father I was upset at first, and then looked at the good in it. My father smiled too. He said, "Thank you. I needed to find some good in going in the crusades at all."
I stopped packing, and I felt horrible. I knew that being in the crusades meant we might have to lose our family, and our lives, but I never actually thought about it. I sobbed for a little bit, then stopped. We will still be together, even in the afterlife. I smiled to myself, because I realized that my family will always be together, and then I had another feeling take over my body. Our family would be proud fighting for our religion, showing that we care. We would be even more proud if we came back with the Holy Land of Palestine in our hands, for all of the people to be happy. We would all be proud. I told my father I was upset at first, and then looked at the good in it. My father smiled too. He said, "Thank you. I needed to find some good in going in the crusades at all."
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