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Sara Martin 10-17-07 Ruby

My Brother Sam Is Dead Persuasive Essay #1 ~Fighting For Freedom~

Dear My Loving Mother,

!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!First and foremost, please don't just tear this letter up the minute you start reading because it's from me. Read through it, and try to understand why I mustn't come home. I no how angry you are with me, but I cannot home. My duty is to my country first, I have decided. Please, try to hear me out and not be angry with my decision. I know you want me to come home because you love me and you don’t want me to get killed, but you must understand this one thing. I have my duties to this country, even if it means dying. !*!*!*!*!*!*!* Friends, best friends, friends that I can finally trust. I have made some really good friends here, and some old friends are here too. We even made a pact that says none of us are to leave until we have won. We swore on it, too. I can’t break a promise, mother. Plus, I can't just leave my friends, without any explanation. "Oh, my mother was too scared I would die so she made be go home." Yea, that would be the story of the year. Just think of what they would say to me if I broke that pact we made. They would never trust me again. If I had to tell them my mother is making me come home, they would think I just made that up because I was too chicken to fight and die in this war. I’m not, mother, I want to fight. If I die in the meantime, at least I died for a good reason. I was trying to make this country a better place for people. I will not leave my friends, my generals, or my orders, just because my mother doesn't want me to die. !*!*!*!*!*!**! One thing I want you to explain to me mother, only one thing. Why do you want to be ruled by another country that is thousands of miles away from us? Don't you think that we should govern ourselves and created our own laws and taxes. Why should we listen to those, those lobsterbacks that do nothing but torture us! Don't you want to be free? Don't you want to actually live life the way Americans should? Help me understand you mother, because I’m just not getting why you don't want to be free. For my whole life I’ve had to do everything the lobsterbacks told me to. Everyone has done what they told us to do. For what? For them. Its time for a change, I think, and I’m fighting for that cause. !*!*!*!*!*!*!Please mother, try to understand. I cannot leave. I have so many friends and my duties and all my responsibilities here.I know you boht have had it hard wihtout me or father, but I am needed here, now more than ever. If I leave, all my jobs will have to be given to other people who already have a lot of jobs like we all do. I don't think they would be too happy if I leave, giving them another job to worry about. Plus, remember that pact I told you about? If I break that, I don’t know what I would do. I have never broken a promise in my life, and to break one as serious as this, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Just knowing that I have broken a promise, especially as big as this one, would drive me crazy.
 * !*!*!*!*!*!*!*!** I have a big responsibility here, and I hear Tim is doing just fine. I know he can take on the responsibilities I have left behind, even though he wants me to come home too. He is a growing boy, and by taking care of the animals, planting the corn and crops, cleaning the tavern and drawing the beer will help make him into a fine, young man. He tells me he is taking on all the responsibility’s of father too, even though you both know I should be there helping too. I simply cannot go home. Like I said, I have my duties here that I cannot leave to for someone else to do. The General needs me, and I have to serve him. He makes sure I do my duties around here, and if I leave them? Well, I think I have a better chance of him killing me than I do if a Lobsterback kills me. If he caught me sneaking out and trying to go to my family, he would think I was trying to steal. You don't want that, do you? I just want to stay and fight for my freedom. I don’t understand why that is so hard.

With all my heart, love, Samuel Meeker. (If anyone reads this and sees things need changing, please put it in parentheses! haha.)