Isaac Brock’s Lost Letter

Administrator of Upper Canada, Isaac Brock

Queenston Heights

October 12th, 1812

Irving and William Brock

Dear brothers, I write this letter to you as I fear these moments may be the last I have for some time. The Americans still attempt to take our land here in Upper Canada however the men fighting on my side have proven to be strong, stoic. Many fresh faced settlers have taken up arms and joined the ranks as we march towards fight after fight, let me tell you their faces don’t look so fresh anymore. I wont bore you with battle tactics, (partially for risk of the enemy getting hold of this letter once it’s out of my hands) but I will tell you that my soldiers and I have a fight in front of us. It has been some time since the Americans have attacked us, some time since Prevost ruined my plans to bring the fight to American Soil and I know it’s only a matter of time before this standstill I see ourselves in ends.

Currently my men and I rest at Queenston Heights. Our defenses are weakest here and I can only assume the enemy has been made aware of this. It is only a matter of time before they attempt to take Queenston, only a matter of time before they find a way across the Niagra River; I just hope that when they do, their forces are not veterans, as very few of mine are.

We may outnumber them, even outgun them but when it comes to experience it seems we are nearly evenly matched. The only aspect that may, just may give us an edge is our voice. Over time we’ve built a strong defense, we being the whole of Upper Canada. Fur traders, settlers, explorers, we’ve even managed to work alongside a few native Indians. I spoke of one in my earlier letters, Tecumseh but I wish to change my opinion on him now. It has been some time since I’ve seen him, but I can still remember the first words he spoke to me. “This is a man.” Before I thought as my commanders thought: that he was simply a means to an end, but now I see it differently. In a strange way I’m almost honoured to have fought alongside him. I just wish he got what he deserved.

 Time is drawing short, for I too should get rest on this night, but a few more words should do little harm. I know it’s been some time since we’ve seen each others faces, and I can’t help but think it’ll be some time more before that chance arises again. Upper Canada and it’s diversely populated defense force needs me. While my home may no longer be with you, overseas, I still miss what we had there, I still miss you. Treat each other well in my absence, and remember the Americans might draw first blood, but they wont draw last.

With love, your brother: Isaac Brock.


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