March 30, 1762

Dear Diary,
Today I heard some very sad news. All these years since this war began in 1754, I have had family battling in the war. Fortunately, I have not anyone lost until today. A British soldier walked up to my door step. I opened the door expecting him to want food or a place to stay. That was not the situation at all. I opened the door, he looked me straight in the eyes and apoligized. I was confused at first, but then he told me that my dear father had been killed in the war. I fell to my knees and I cried. I've been afraid for all these years, but now I am even more afraid. Now that the war has destroyed my family. I have seen many soldiers die here in my home, but never felt the fear as I did today. I know that my father died doing a great deed, but it doesn't help the pain. It's very early. The sun has just set, but I'm going to bed now. I'm tired and distressed. Hopefully, I sleep.