To Mary, little June, and young Peter
1775, June 17th
I am sitting inside a cabin, along with 5 fellow soldiers. Along the plaines abode chaos. Not only losing 115 good men, about 300 badly wounded, we lost the battle. I am a fortunate one. Haven't more than 5 bruises. On the contrary, our beloved companion has passed. John, at 34 years old, was shot and killed before my own eyes. Unable to retrieve his body, we wish his soul may rest in peace. The British are victorious, at the cost of what troop leaders told soldiers is 300 soldiers, along with 800 in need of repair.
Okay, okay. So this was 107 words. I used up all my energy writing this XD That's half of the work. I think you should add 100 more words, make the entry yours. I hope this helps, I spent lots of time on it.
-Laura
