To Mary, little June, and young Peter
1775, June 17th
I am sitting inside a cabin, along with 5 fellow soldiers. Along the plaines abode chaos. Not only losing 115 good men, about 300 badly wounded, we lost the battle. I am a fortunate one. Haven't more than 5 bruises. On the contrary, our beloved companion has passed. John, at 34 years old, was shot and killed before my own eyes. Unable to retrieve his body, we wish his soul may rest in peace. The British are victorious, at the cost of what troop leaders told soldiers is 300 soldiers, along with 800 in need of repair.
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-Laura
June 17, 1775
Today is Saturday and I am at the cabin in Charles town with my fellow soldiers.
The British soldiers were ambushing aggressively and we lost around 80 soldiers and 300 were wounded. The casualties are getting higher and higher on both sides.
We have lost the battle to Britishers and could not defend the hills. The colonist withdrew from the Bunker hills.
We have lost our precious and beloved young soldiers in the war. I have seen many of my fellows die in front of me making my heartache for the lost lives.
May the souls of those free spirits rest in peace.
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