Dear Journal,
That blasted frog won again. I'm not sure if Gorge can keep the men in line much longer. I'm in the new world, undercover as a regular bloke that the British sent over. So far I've just barely escaped bullets and I can't stand to watch more men die. I already hate blood from past experiences with it, and watching it come from men who have FAMILIES is just about enough to bring even myself to crying. Right about now it's hard to tell if its leaves or blood on the ground. I'm positive if we lose this war it shall be my last, yet I can't even tell the dead who I am. Everyone knows my name well and would get me on the first ship out if they knew it was me. This war is between me and Francis, not between our people. Yet the frog refuses to fight one on one. Does he prefer our people suffer major lost for a father figure in the families still in Britain and France? I have to go now. Its curfew and tomorrow we're attacking Johnson's camp and we have to go to sleep early so we can attack early.
(Sorry if its historically incorrect 3X I'm taking suggestions for chapters^^ examples:Wars, bombings, multiple other things. i will update this story at 30 veiws^^ their all going to be journal entries from the countries)