Letters from the Past: Part II

By: Me, Myself and I

Disclaimer: I do not own X-men no matter how many times I tell myself that I do.

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November 3, 1778

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Dear Hank,

How are you doing my dear friend, Hank? I thought of you and your darling wife

Jubilee as Aurora and I were dancing to "Rondo alla Turca" and remembering the last

time we were all together. I have been so busy tending to my blacksmith duties that I

think I shall have to take on an apprentice to keep up with the demands. It breaks my

heart that my dear sister Marie and that Mongrel husband of hers, Henry, are no longer

loyal to our great king. The last time I saw her was at the house raising of the Jacob's.

That mongrel has changed her in so many ways that she is almost unrecognizable. For

instance, she is now a Puritan while I am a Baptist like she once was. Father, God rest

his soul, would turn over in his grave at the though of her marrying someone who would

rebel against the crown - a pitiful mongrel patriot. Later that same night, another patriot

mongrel, Paul Revere, came through warning the town announcing that the British were

coming. You know, Hank, my friend, I almost wish the town was not warned. There

would not have been so much bloodshed if the patriots had not resisted like they did.

I find that my patriot neighbors are treating me worse and worse. They posses a

great rage that they have been taking out on the loyalists. I keep remembering that night

in 1774 when the governor was killed; how those beasts tarred and feathered him, how

they beat, whipped, and eventually hung him. I remember the night they tortured him

trying to get him to curse the crown and all under it. Imagine if they could to those things

to him, what they could do to the remaining loyalists. Patrick Henry, another mongrel

gave a speech against British rule and about the rebellion. When he closed saying "Give

me liberty or give me death", I suddenly realized what danger Marie was in. I pray that

she may not die fighting along side the mongrels.

I believe that monarchy should continue to reign, because God ordained it. He

sets up kings in their positions so they should remain there till He removes them, not by a

load of mongrels. The King has not done anything so horrible to these people, yet they

act like he slapped them. King George III against democracy, who shall win? I fear the

democracy shall win and in the process, innocent loyalist's lives will be lost. But most of

all, I fear that the patriots shall win the war and that my son, Bobby, who has joined the

fight shall parish. Hank, please pray for his safety. Pray for us all in this time of need.

Today, I told Aurora that I wanted to so something to help England. I told her I

was considering joining the British army to fight against the rebellion. Immediately she

begged me not to and got a promise out of me that I would help the army by being their

blacksmith instead of fighting. Sometimes I do not know how she does that, make me

change my mind to what she wants me to do. Women! Afterwards, we talked about

which was this war seemed to be going. If, it turns out that the mongrel patriots do win,

we shall escape north, up to Canada. I have often hoped that living here would be

peaceful and not a constant struggle. But now I fear that the patriots shall will, leaving

my family and many other loyalists families in danger. Keep safe, my dear friend!

Yours sincerely,

Logan Wolverine