Literature
020. Foritude
December 13th, 1777
Morristown, New Jersey
Washington's Encampment
I never realized just how cold and harsh winter could be on the human body. Even if my body isn't entirely human I still feel the bitter, winter winds chilling my bones, whipping at my skin, and turning my nose and cheeks as red as the cloth on my uniform. The snow already is up nearly to my knees and winter's end isn't anywhere in sight.
General Washington offered to let me stay in his home where I would live in as much luxury that could be offered, but the guilt of watching my men freeze outside is too much for me to deal with. If I could I would let all of them live