**Sun­rise, The Demon of Unrest — Chap­ter Sum­ma­ry**

On the morn­ing of April 12, Cap­tain Dou­ble­day com­menced his day at Fort Sumter with break­fast along­side oth­er offi­cers. Fol­low­ing a mea­ger meal of salt pork, fari­na, and rice sal­vaged from the fort, they read­ied them­selves for the day’s immi­nent con­flict. The offi­cers orga­nized the gar­ri­son into gun­nery squads to ensure a sus­tained fir­ing effort once fatigue set in. Dou­ble­day led the first group to the guns fac­ing the Iron Bat­tery on Mor­ris Island. He felt no remorse as he aimed the first gun against the rebel­lion, under­stand­ing the impor­tance of their fight for the sur­vival of the Unit­ed States, view­ing resis­tance against oli­garchy as vital.

How­ev­er, a deep regret lin­gered for Dou­ble­day; they could not uti­lize the fort’s larg­er and more effec­tive para­pet guns, as ordered by Major Ander­son, due to the per­ilous expo­sure to Con­fed­er­ate artillery. At six-thir­ty, Major Ander­son com­mand­ed the fir­ing to com­mence, result­ing in the first shot from Sumter hit­ting the Iron Bat­tery but fail­ing to cause dam­age. Despite more artillery fir­ing from Fort Sumter, the Con­fed­er­ate guns retal­i­at­ed quick­ly, show­er­ing the fort with relent­less fire. Dou­ble­day not­ed the destruc­tive impact of the Con­fed­er­ate rounds, which not only shook the fort but threat­ened the cru­cial stores of pow­der with­in.

As the day con­tin­ued with relent­less fir­ing from both sides, sec­tions of the fort caught fire from ene­my shells. The wind and rain added a sense of chaos, while the men man­ning the guns brave­ly cycled through exhaus­tion. Cap­tain Sey­mour joined the fray with a touch of humor, inquir­ing about the uproar.

Mean­while, Con­fed­er­ate gun­ners on Mor­ris Island observed Sumter’s fir­ing. They devel­oped tech­niques to dodge incom­ing shots while some sol­diers play­ful­ly chased after rolling can­non­balls, despite the risks involved. The engage­ment between the two forces took on an unex­pect­ed air of cama­raderie, espe­cial­ly amongst the Con­fed­er­ates, who cheered each Amer­i­can shot as a nod to Major Anderson’s brav­ery. This led to a para­dox­i­cal atmos­phere; although it was indeed a war, the men on both sides engaged in a spir­it­ed, albeit dan­ger­ous, dis­play akin to a dead­ly sport, simul­ta­ne­ous­ly fight­ing and engag­ing with a sense of fes­tive morale amidst the tur­moil .