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I'm alive. No thanks to that idiot Roger's Ranger who gave me a second degree burn with the barrel of his rifle. I was trying to hand him cartiridges and he swings the barrel towards the indians and hits the side of my face. I now have a lovely burn mark on my cheek. Capt'n, Sarge, and Ricky tore him into hamburger. I feel loved. Also, I bought myself a beauty of a full-sized claymore. Ricky carried it when I broke the main spring on my second musket and he ended up with a pair of pistols. Anyways, I'm alive. The French are dead. Huzzah.