John Graves Simcoe, a reflection

Years have gone by, yet it still feels as if those battles were just yesterday. I was not always an old man, dying on his bed without a thing to do. I was once a great officer of the British army, conquering land and evading death day in and day out. But those years are behind me now, now the only thing left for me to do is to reflect upon all of the days I have lost.

I wasn’t always a commanding officer, I started off as a lowly infantry unit. After attending the Oxford University I pursued the military career that my father, a ship’s captain commanding sixty guns, had wanted me to take up. In the 35th regiment of foot I took up arms to serve the Queen. I was not with that regiment for long, as I became the captain of the 40th Grenadier regiment in due time. Those years of battle served me many victories, but what I truly wanted was to aid the slaves overseas. I was going to form a loyalist group to help free them, but I was taken away from my pursuits when I was offered command of the Queen’s Rangers. With that trusty group, we were nearly able to kill future president George Washington, but alas, I gave the order to spare him. It was then that I became a Lieutenant-Colonel back in England.

Once my years in the military were over, it was time that I looked towards the future of politics. I had my sights set on Canada, and with due time I became the Lieutenant Governor of Upper Canada. This position was vital for me, as it was my actions that were to decide what would happen with the portion of land that I looked after. With the American’s directly below us, I knew that war would eventually break out. To avoid this, I began creating a state comprised of Indians between America and Canada, to act as a buffer for us should the Americans decide to attack. However, it did not work in the end, the Indians were crushed by the Americans. Luckily at that point, America had no plans to attack Canada just yet, and within the time that I had ruling over Upper Canada I was able to set up fur trade routes around Lake Ontario, to ensure that Canada would hold strong in the years to come.

This is all behind me now, I’ve had to retire back to England. The 1800’s are within sight, perhaps I will survive to see another century. Until then, I can only wait and hope that the Canada I left will hold strong and free.

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