January 28th 1778
The sickness is getting worse. I have now become sick. My cough has been keeping me awake at night, I have lost two toes from the cold, and despite my fever, I can't get warm. My belly has become a wild wolf, always growling for food. I fear that I will lose my fingers and will no longer be able to write. Yet worse, I fear I'll lose my life. How would my family know that I am dead? Who would help my father with the farm? Little Nancy can't manage, she's only eight. My mother can't, not with the baby coming. No, I will have to survive.
James Cadey
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Life at Valley Forge
Historical FictionIt's the Revolutionary War and the middle of winter. James Cadey is one of the soldiers that is staying at Valley Forge. He fills out a journal of some of the things that he sees and does. Who knew that so many people could die in one place.
