May 1780
To my dearest diary,
Today was supposed to be the day of the British invasion at West Point. I had finally had the chance to return the ungratefulness of my countrymen after going to court on my 'illegal' actions in Philadelphia. I was outraged and felt betrayed duringthe time in court. I had hoped to be a free man after those two fines at court. Unfortunately not.
I knew that my actions will never be remembered. I had become a cripple in my service in the continental army and I had now recieved ungrateful returns of my country men. Now It was too late to change my actions. I had become a major general for the British Army and had plotted a betrayal of these Americans by giving the British West Point.
I was waiting for what was supposed to be the invasion of the British, however, one continental army man had spotted me talking with my loyal friend John André. Moments later the British had arrived at West Point and my plot was discovered. Army men chased me through the forest and retreated when I reached my ship.
I fleed to London with my family knowing that my beloved friend, John André, was going to die. I felt that I had failed for the British, feeling that what happened to André was my fault. I was here at the ship docks seeing my face drawn on the wall. Posters of me wanted were everywhere. I was scared. Scared enough for me. Now I am hoping never to return to my ungrateful countrymen that now wanted me dead. Now my family is scared and it is my wrong doings that has caused this.
Never again in my life will I return to this horrid place, for I am not wanted in this hell.
To my dearest diary,
Today was supposed to be the day of the British invasion at West Point. I had finally had the chance to return the ungratefulness of my countrymen after going to court on my 'illegal' actions in Philadelphia. I was outraged and felt betrayed duringthe time in court. I had hoped to be a free man after those two fines at court. Unfortunately not.
I knew that my actions will never be remembered. I had become a cripple in my service in the continental army and I had now recieved ungrateful returns of my country men. Now It was too late to change my actions. I had become a major general for the British Army and had plotted a betrayal of these Americans by giving the British West Point.
I was waiting for what was supposed to be the invasion of the British, however, one continental army man had spotted me talking with my loyal friend John André. Moments later the British had arrived at West Point and my plot was discovered. Army men chased me through the forest and retreated when I reached my ship.
I fleed to London with my family knowing that my beloved friend, John André, was going to die. I felt that I had failed for the British, feeling that what happened to André was my fault. I was here at the ship docks seeing my face drawn on the wall. Posters of me wanted were everywhere. I was scared. Scared enough for me. Now I am hoping never to return to my ungrateful countrymen that now wanted me dead. Now my family is scared and it is my wrong doings that has caused this.
Never again in my life will I return to this horrid place, for I am not wanted in this hell.