Fictional Journal entries from a soldier from the French and Indian War
by Nick of NH

My name is Nathan Ferrington. I served in the French and Indian War. I have become a local hero because of some brave things that I did in that war. I didn’t join the English in war until July of 1755, but I did all that I could do for the English when I joined them.

July 9, 1755- As I walked up the steep hill, I could felt my toes start to become numb. I could see the fort that we were planning to attack in less then an hour, in the distance. Our general, Edward Braddock, lead us into the forest. We walked for a few minutes, then suddenly I heard a scream coming from in front of me. I continued to walk in fear. I listened and heard gunshots and more screams of pain. My heart started to beat like a drum. General Braddock ordered us to split up. I began to run. Then I saw them. I aimed my riffle at one and shot. I reloaded my riffle and as I did so, I saw one of my friends lying on the ground, wounded. I ripped off some clothe from a dead body and wrapped it around his wound and gave him my canteen of water. I said bye to him and ran off. I was completely terrified. I shot four Indians that were hiding in the bushes to the side of me. As I was reloading behind a large oak tree a French soldier tackled me from behind. I hit him with my gun until he was unconscious. I then saw another shadow behind me and then I saw blackness.

When I awoke I had several scars from a knife and a big bump on my forehead. I looked to the side of me and my gun was stolen. There were dead bodies everywhere. I could see George Washington on his horse far ahead of me. I looked to the side of me and saw an Indian aiming his gun at Washington. I quickly pulled out my knife and threw it at his head. He fell over and as he fell his hand hit the trigger. The bullet missed Washington but hit his horse. A little later, we surrendered to the French. 

September 12-13 1759- We walked, crouched, and crawled through a path that we found leading to the cliffs outside Quebec. Later on in the early morning of September 13, we attacked the French. Two of my friends were wounded and I gave them some herbs that an old Indian woman had given me before and tried to patch up their wounds. I then wrapped them up in a wool blanket that I had found. They thanked me and I walked off out into the main area of the battle. I was hiding behind some tall grass when I saw General Wolfe marching up the hill ahead of me. I became very excited and took my gun, ran up behind him and hit him for some time until blood soaked his shirt. I was then stabbed in the back by one of his soldiers that were ordered to protect Wolfe. I stumbled to my feet and ran. I ran until I saw no more French near me. I fell asleep behind some boulders. When I awoke the battle had ended.

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