coming back from the war

the bad bad war was over and this wagon is getting boring just wait until we pick up more people. but still I can't believe I lost my job for the war. at least I can be a crafts man with my awesome skills. you see look at these little people I made. I brought for good luck well looks like it worked yea. his son said" do you hear that?" what it sounds like gun fire. as soon as one of us stuck his head . out the cloth window he fell out of the the sound of gun fire was in the air. luckily it missed me and my son. but I had a big gash in my arm. from hand to hand combat. I had an idea that we should hold our breath and lie down. and act like we are dead. surprisingly we lived. and when the British left. and we quickly were off with one of the horses that left the attack. after we found it. with not allot of food although we saved the food we it did not help much. then it was getting dark and we chose to pull out our war diary and read them aloud. now that I red it I realized that it was WORSE THAN I THOUGHT. think just over the hills and we are home. well I am the next morning I woke Tim (my son) up and we ate a little bit of bread. and got on lucky (the horse) and we were half way up the hill when my wife was at the top of the hill she was knitting something. we where finally we up there. she was with the kids and she said "the house was just burned down to the ground." we haft to buy new land and get some volunteer's to help build a house. that night he had just came home from the war and now he must build a house. he is now in his friends house until his house. we I was so tired that when I got home I took off my coat and sleep on the floor and not my bed.

i'm off to the war mom...

One Sunday mooring I went to Church. A man came in the door and said "I need people who want to come to war." On our side at first nobody stood but me. Then my wife had a really long talk that alot of people listened to because half of the Church stud up. Well the Boy's at least. The man took us outside into a wagon so we can leave. We started to put surprise attacks on the britsh. Poping out of corn feilds and coming up from lakes. The next mooring (monday).

i'm off to the war mom...