I stood wondering if it was all really worth it. I was in a state of regret and astonishment as to what I had just done. Standing beside my cousin Robert Ross, the commander of the Great Britian Army, I felt as if I was not worth living. An American myself; I had just committed treason and helped torch the most important place in my homeland. As the flames rose up the walls and it all started to crumble down, a tear fell from my eye. What had I just done? My federalist pig headed mind had just brought termoil upon my Country. The British had just marched in to Washington and left with a city engulfed in flames.
I sat there at the sight of a completly burnt building. Only the exterior walls of the White House remain. People saw me as a survivor that escaped the fiery blaze, but deep down i knew what I had to do. I marched into the office of the President and I turned myself in. I was ashamed of my actions and wanted to clear my soul of all wrong doing. I couldn't sleep at night knowing that I helped the British ambush my country. I wanted to live by the British rule, and didnt care what happened to me. As I look back now, I wish i could take it all back. As I look from the distance as my lifeless body hanging, I wish it would have never happened.
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This was a very well thought out response. This really sounds like you were actually there and burned the White House down.
That was a very heart-felt response. I believe you fully understand how much a tragedy the attack on the White House was.
Well written Terry! It feels like you were actually there! You have some grammatical errors, but overall your journal was well done.
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