Hey mom,
I am a British soldier as you already know. I am dying because I got wounded in the war. I was in the line of battle and got shot in my shoulder, I busted a heart artery. To pile on that our militia doesn't have enough food source, therefor making some of us to starve. Right now I am eating a small piece of stale bread, and a little bowl of soup. I am drinking water. Meanwhile, yes, I think we could win the war. Only if George would actually learn something. We can't if we keep up the ammunition we have now. Can you get the king to send us more? If not then we are over powered with the ammunition. After the war I am planning on staying in the Ohio Valley (if we win). I will stay and raise a family, only if i survive my wounds, and if we win. Life is not the good in our forts. When it rains the roof leeks, alot of mud gets in, and rats eat the food supply we have therefor leaving us not that much. The Indians tried to kill George W. Thank God they missed. If they would have hit him he would have died, then we wouldn't have a general. I really don't like the Indians, and I don't trust them either. I try to tell everybody to never talk to them if they get the chance but alot of them do, while they talk to them they give them hints about our battling stratigies. Mom, I love you and tell dad that I am doing him proud!
Monday, October 6, 2008
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