Dear General James Wolfe,
How are you, old friend? I heard that you got mortally wounded in that battler for Quebec and died on the battlefield after my army and I began to retreat. To tell you the truth though, I think this is just a rumour. If I know you as well as I did when we went to the "University of People Who Will Lead Famous Battles", then you probably got drunk after the victory and got alcohol poisoning, right old chum (as you would say)? Remember old Napolean? What a joker! Anyway, enough about the good old times, you probably want to know why I cam e out to meet you on the battlefield instead of waiting for reinforcements. Well, to tell you the truth, it was about honor. Yeah! I know, I'm a sucker for anything honorable. I know you're probably going to nag me for doing the honorable instead of the smart thing, but that's the way (uh-huh uh-huh) I like it. Besides, now I can say that if I had waited for back up I would have won and you can't deny it (nah, nah, nah, boo, boo). However, I must commend you on your tactics. IT was very smart of you to distract me on the Beauport shore while your real attack was at Anse au Foulon. My doctor says I have to stop writing to you and wait to die so I have to go now. I'll see you in the afterlife or where ever people who lead famous battles go.
Your friend,
Montcalm
p.s. If you did die in a blaze of glory on the battlefield then that's not fair because that's how I wanted to die: honorably. How dare you steal my death! You always stole everything that was mine. Remember Mary? I loved her. You're not my friend anymore
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