Journal Entry #22

            This is John. Pierre will be no longer be writing in this journal... yesterday, when I was working at the farm, Nertha and Pierre were at home. Nertha tells me that suddenly three Britain soldiers popped in with guns, and they grabbed Pierre by his hair and dragged him away. Nertha cried and tried to protect him, but the soldiers said that he was a person convicted to high treason, and that unless she wants her land taken away, she'd better pretend that she doesn't know Pierre. She wiped herself up and took in all the tears, but the moment I came home, she began to cry, and she told me the story between sobs. When I look at the couch that Pierre was last sitting on, I found this book that I am writing in at the moment. Reading his past journals made me feel like I knew more about him (too late for that I guess). I would've never guessed that he was had helped out the Americans in the War of 1812. I suppose I should thank him for acting as if he didn't know who anybody was, or else their house may have been burnt down. I'll take extra good care of this diary because it is the only memory of my good friend Pierre. I heard that he was getting hung tomorrow...

-Pierre

Journal Entry #21

               After we lost the war, Britain and the United States signed a "The treaty of Ghent," in Belgium December 24, 1814. The boundaries of Britain and the United States went back to how it was before the war, and they also promised that they will not take away the First Nations land, or use the First Nations as allies in war again. Since the United States no longer need me to fight wars for them, they let me out. I'm back in Canada, and I've met an old friend of mine. His names John, and he went to Sierra Leone to Live a better life. When I first saw him inside a bar, I thought that I was seeing things. John had grown so much over the years. He was no longer that skinny boy that didn't know what to do, to a powerful man with authority. He told me that life in Sierra Leone was not as promising as they had told him when he was about to join the others and move to Sierra Leone. Right now, I am in his house in front of the fire. I like staying at his house since he is very kind towards me, and he tells me stories about how life was in Sierra Leone. Since John is a man who gets a lot of respect in this village, being his friend makes my life a whole lot easier. John's wife is also very nice, and I can see why John chose her as his partner. Though I think Mary was a better cooker, John's wife Nertha doesn't seem like a better person at all. Now that I have recovered and I am much stronger than before, I will help out with the farm beginning tomorrow. I already feel tired at the thought but I owe John so much that it's the least I can do.

-Pierre