The aftermath.
Force of 10,000, 300 killed, 800 wounded, 1000 captured. We had been defeated. The British came in with double our force and took over with little casualties.
John died this morning. His wound had been infected and he died shortly from some disease. I didn't understand what was going on. How could we be beated? Weren't we the good guys?
The army I had come with had been either killed or went missing in action. We retreated and are now hiding out. Another attack from the British is unlikely; the weather is too rainy.
General George Washington has just arrived. He seems calm and collect. Rather than blaming individuals for the loss, he is planning our next move. He has told us that more troops are going to arrive soon. We must be ready for a counter attack.
Today has been a long day; I must get my sleep.
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