It was 1605 when myself Richard and my whole family followed my father Mr.

Pierre from france to a new land that had been recently discovered in 1595. We moved here because my dad worked as a seigneur for the land who was in charge of gathering wood and beaver fur. Our new home was called Montreal.I attended a school that was build by the local france people . But this school was nothing like my old school in France. It was dirty, the floors were making a squeak sounds. It was nothing like France, there were trees everywhere, no carriages , no street lamps, no nothing. For some strange reason they put a large wooden fence around the town. There was only a church, a bakery and some homes, it is definitely not like in france. In 1630, I started helping my dad in his business as a young seigneur but it is not safe. The Iroquois have taken my mother and my sister as prisoners for a reason that I do not know. They killed my uncle, destroyed my home. Everyday when my dad goes to works. I pray to god that the Iroquois are not going to kill him. But my prayers were not heard, it was on my birthday July 1665 when I was working with my father in the woods, after we finished our work for the day they fired from the bush but we did not see the Iroquois, they killed him with the arquebuse that the Mr Champlin gave to the Huron. I was terrified. He dropped to the ground like falling tree, the Iroquois were screaming their battle cries. My dads last words were Son start running So I started running to the village the french soldier arrived on the shore,the priest of the church told me that the Iroquois had killed my mother and my sister as well. I was so devastated. So I volunteered to go and burn down the Iroquois village. It took all winter to find their village. Many people would die due to the cold in the woods, even our guides died from the cold. On January 1669 we found their village and we burn it down as a warning to them to stop killing and kidnapping our colony. After we burned the village we agreed to a peace treaty with the Iroquois that would last for 20 years. A few years had past, and I got married to a woman that was one of the kings daughters. Her name was Michael. She was 19 years old, I was 39. Were married for 10 years now. We have 7 children: 4 boys and 3 girls. I

was in town to pick up some groceries for the family when suddenly the english started bombing the village. I managed to escape but, I was severely wounded. A shard of glass got into my right arm and I broke my left leg. The mayor of the town sent some people to the a open field (me included) to fight the english. The english formed a straight line of two rows that was 2 miles long. We formed a straight line of three rows, I was in the first row. We the french were the first to fire are arquebuses to the english.Many english man started falling. But when It was the english that fired. A bullet hit me in the chest and then the head. I remembered that I said goodbye to family before the war then I started to close my eyes and I said Mom, dad im coming Im coming..Im...co...ming. This is Sam the oldest in the family. My father was really brave but he did not make it. I am 15 now. It has been 5 years since my dad died in the war. Im acting like my father at home. But just to let you know dad, are family is fine, I moved to France and I have a child named him Richard. I named Richard in your honor of you dad.