Dear Mother, (twas from Ethan) A friend writes this for me, as for mine arm is bandeged. I thought to find Papa with the Redcoats, but they put me in chains and have charged me with being a spy. Mother thou must forgive me, please.I was foolish. Thy son, Ethan.
Ethan was a good man a good person!
They shall tell the British officers that he is no spy, that he is just a lad of thirteen years, a boy who made a mistake!