Michael-Colburn

Dear Diary,

           After reading The Crisis four years ago I was persuaded to fight in the war. And now I'm 20 and stuck in the middle of a bloody campaign. When I look back at how I used to be, I laugh, mocking myself for my foolish ways. I now agree with my father that I was lazy and irresponsible. Now I have to time for silly games and daydreams. The people of America look up to me to bring them freedom. I haven't fought in any major battles but the little guerilla ones can be just as violent. Lately it has become hard for me to sleep at night. I wake thinking there is a redcoat above me. I wake believing I'm in danger. I feel this war is breaking me. But I must fight. I must pick up my musket and fight. My family's safety has crossed my mind recently. And I cant wait too see Ma and Pa again. I hope they are all right. But there is no room for weakness anymore. I fight only for my survival and for my peoples' freedom. But I am getting old. And I fear I have lost my youth. I no longer have a sense of humor. Everything is a critical situation for me. Even if I try to have a good time, I just can't. I don't know how ill find love back home...