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Dear Rebecca,

How are you dear sister? The last time I have witten to you I was a British Soilder under the impression that I was a male soilder. I was captured by the Colonial Army, and made a Colonial Soilder. It is so different than it was in the British Army. I sleep in a tent. My tent is the width of a small outhouse, and as tall as a small child. The the we eat is gloopy and soupy. It taste like mud. Whenever we win a battle ( whitch is not very often) we eat coons. The General Washington made me burn my redcoats uniform, and gave me a wardrobe of a thin coats, button up shirts, a gray jacket that was blue, 2 supply's of long john's and that is it. My weapon is a musket. General thinks that I am good a using the musket. I train by shooting dummies, targets, I run through trees with a gun quietly to practice aming. Right now we are cutting down the trees to make a camp base. We get 100 lashes if we do something wrong. It hurts and leaves a permanate scar so I've been told. We are learning mitilary drills. I have fought in the Battle of Saratoga. Right now Guido is my friend, and I pray for his and your saftey. It has been almost 3 years since I came home, and I do not intend to until after the next 5 years. My living conditions are terrible. My blankets are frozen and withered. I sleep on the ground most nights when we are not planing a attack. I have to take a wash every other day. Out of all these I know they might sound terrible, but I am happy that I got captured, because I believe this is right. I am sorry that I have not stayed a Loyalist, and but became a Colonial Solider. I will be sorry if you get killed by an Colonial Solider, but you should have been a patriot. I know that we don't sound able to fight and we sound weak, but trust me we will win the war even if I have to give my life for this war. I hope you turn into a Colonists but I understand if you do not. Tell all I said hello and god bless. Well I must go and polish the guns and train.

Love Stephen (keyara)