Journal Entry #19

               My "father" has sold me to the Americans. Right now, I am dressed in a American military suit, and is about to be put into war. I don't know where my mother is, but my father said that he won't kill her, which is a slight relief. In this military, it's clear that the high ups here doesn't care what happens to us. The food here tastes bad, the people here all hate each other, and if you try to escape, the guards won't think twice about putting a bullet through your head. I'm not sure why they expect us to fight when they treat us so badly. The one thing I regret is that again I wasn't able to say goodbye before parting with my mother. I have one friend here named George. He's very nice to me, and the situation that he's in is far from good. I feel kind of bad for him because I've only just recently come here, but he's been around since he was very young. He doesn't know who his parents are, nor does he know whether they are alive or not. It seems like the Americans are stirring up a war with British North America. And it seems like I'm going to be in yet another war. I'd gladly fight the British North America, and my father's troops. I'd shoot down Brock myself if I had the chance. I don't really think the war is fair though. The Americans have so many more troops than British North America, and they are also busy fighting a war with Napoleon at the same. But for this war alone, I want win more than ever. 


My Reasons
-Brock is fighting on the other side
-I lost at my previous war so I want to win this one
-I get shot if I don't fight


I can't sleep these days because the thought of having another war brings me back memories of the one before...


-Pierre