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[I write of] the great Loneliness which is creeping into my Soul with every hour and every mile which separates me from you. I really feel guilty as I applied the torch to huts that were Homes of Content until we ravagers came spreading desolation everywhere… Our mission here is to destroy but may it not transpire that we pillagers are carelessly sowing the seeds of Empire?

American Officer Letter to His Fiancé Before His Death in Battle Sullivan-Clinton Campaign September 1779