August 9th

August 9th,
1587
Tonight was a terrible night. We murdered
Innocent Natives. We thought they killed George Howe, but they didn’t. They were innocent and we killed them. For no reason. They were peaceful Indians. They didn’t even fight back. We just slaughtered them. All of them killed, even the women and children. I am never going to forget that night. None of us are. I really hope God will forgive us, because I don’t think ill ever forgive myself. The truth is none of us should be forgiven. We’ve all done a lot of bad things in our lives, but this, this is unforgivable. I hope each and every one of us will pray every night for those good people, just like I will. I hope those Native Americans are in a better place now.