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Dear,Family

The colonial soldiers are having a ruff time to hard to explain but i'll try.We sleep on the cold wet floor with wolfs singing to the moon and riped cold blankets to cover my toes.We all eat off the same wet moldy bread and cold dry muttons but our water is cold and wet but scarsly low.Our hats are filled with muscket ball holes the jakets riped by the sticks in the trees in the woods.Their shoes filled with snow with their frost bit toes but we still march forward.Our guns filled with snow and rusted.The gun powder frozen together and the musket balls rusted.Training was the worst w