Normal day being a soilder,

It is around 1787. I work for my colony, all day, all night. There was this girl once and her parents had supported the rebels. When the war started, I saw her getting driven away from her home to live beside a British fort, in New York. After that, she sailed to a new location to live with her husband and her kids. I heard from a friend soilder, that she has a child, and her name is Frost, Sarah Frost. When the Amercian Revolution began, lots of people were used as slaves, and I was lucky not to become one too. Some people escaped and went to the army. Then, I met this man named James Robertson, who imigrated to the Thirteen Colonies, whith his brother. They were making newspapers. I loved their papers!!!! I read them every day!!!! But a few weeks ago, James's brother died. How sad. Right now I started to cry.