Why? Oh why, have my people in my beloved Scotland say no to their freedom from the English rule? I fought, bled, sweated, and died just for that. Now they consider themselves British and not Scottish. So many died, we fought the English at Stirling Bridge, Falkirk, Bannockburn, Halidon Hill, and Otterburn. It took decades, but finally we won our freedom. Then they invaded us again in the 1500s, and then in 1707 we blindly agreed to join their United Kingdom of Great Britain. Then those boys in the 45 rebelled because they wanted the Scottish king returned to the throne, and the redcoats slaughtered them on the field of Culloden. I wept that day, my tears in heaven coming down in rain on the bloody moor. Now, in 2014, 700 years after we beat them at Bannockburn, they were given the free choice in a vote to be independent. Many said yes, but most said no, and now it will never see freedom. They are unworthy of me and their other ancestors. Oh Scotland, why?