Journal Entry #20

            I'm not sure how I should write this down. Unfortunately, we lost the war, and I feel bitter that I lost, but the good part is that I'm alive. The other good part is that I myself was the one that had shot Brock down. He was my only hope of finding my mother, but I don't regret it. That man deserved it. This war is now remembered as the "Battle of Queenston Heights." I don't really like the name. I would prefer the name, "The battle in which Pierre shot Brock," but maybe it's not as catchy as the first one. What happened in the war is that the American force that I am in attacked the British North American force at around 4 in the morning (Yes I had to get up very early). Anyone with a sane mind would have ran away from the force that the Americans sent, but Brock decided to counter with the small force that he had. Eventually I shot him down, and his troops retreated and waited for reinforcements to come. When the reinforcements came, we lost (I don't want to explain it in detail). 958 Americans were taken prisoner. And I know I didn't mention this from the beginning (I don't want to scratch out the beginning since ink is scarce here), but right now I am in ANOTHER cell. Why? Because I was one of the 958 prisoners that was taken. Next time I fight a war, I'm going to make sure that I stay a bit behind so that something like this doesn't happen. The good part is that George is also here with me (Not necessarily "good" to be trapped in a prison cell, but the more the merrier). George seems a bit shaken by the war though. The only family member that he had was his brother named Fred, but according to George, they were fighting side by side when Fred got shot. This gets me worried about Addie and Damien. Addie's my older sister, and Damien is my younger brother. Everyone used to think that Damien was bad news because he was a natural troublemaker, while me and Addie were the ones that everyone thought was perfect. Damien's name also means to kill (though I think that so much more cooler than my name, because my name means rock or stone). My sister had the coolest name meaning which was, "of the noble kind." This makes me wonder what happened to both of them...

-Pierre