In amongst a field of pain and suffering, the bodies of soldiers never to rise again, and the skies crying buckets at the scene, stood a sad father, his crying son hiding behind him. While it was true that this man was not actually the boy's father, the little boy could care no less. This man was the only person the little boy had, the only man like him whereas they both could never die, or at least, to the boy it seemed like that. Now though, was as closest to death the young boy had ever experienced, and it scared him to the point he was sobbing silently to himself. The man stood firm and strong, trying to be brave for his boy and show no fear. The man was rational though and knew he was never going to win, but he wouldn't give up without a fight.
The soldier was surrounded by the enemy, the general of the entire battle only a few feet from the duo.
"It's over, give up already France," the general said darkly, raising his gun at point, along with the other men circling the boy and his father.
"Non~ I will not give up mon petit Matteau!" the man shouted, shielding the young boy behind him, defenseless from having an emptied gun at hand, and knowing even if he did, he would still having to chance against the fleet. A few of the soldiers laughed at the pathetic Frenchman, but England, who was acting as general of the fleet, sneered at France's foolishness. He could see he cared about Canada more of as a person then as a piece of land, and he smiled darkly, knowing it led to his downfall.
"Raise you arms men!" The general exclaimed, and the men did as such "I am going to get him myself,"
The boy, terrified at the prospect of being taken away, grabbed onto his father's leg and buried his head into his thigh.
"Mon petit Matteau..." his father whispered softly to the young boy in french, the only language the boy could understand. The boy looked up at his father's calm, composed face, sniffling, and rubbing the tears away with the cuff of his sleeve.
"Don't cry because it's over," the man reassured his son, ruffling his hair "Smile because it happened,"
Suddenly, the boy was lifted off of the ground, and slammed over the generals soldier, kicking and screaming "Papa! Papa!"
"Be strong my son, be strong," the man whispered in french, so only Matteau could understand, the only sound registering inside of France's head were his son's frantic calls as he felt the cool metal of a gun pressed against his temple.
The young boy struggled and beat the general's back with his tiny fist, screaming for his father and wailing aloud. Suddenly, a loud "BANG!" was sounded, and the boy completely froze. He paled as he watched his father drop to the ground, and the soldier who had shot him simply turn around and walk away, feeling nothing about the man he had just shot. Everything became silent to Matteau expect for a loud ringing in his ears, and he felt his whole existence crumble at his feet.
He simply gave up then, letting the general carry the boy in silence. Little known to the boy though, his tear drops weren't the only ones hitting the ground at that time.