September 10, 1615

Nine days ago on September 1, 1615 I arrived with the plan to have a military expedition through un-charted regions. We followed the bodies of water with the Huron’s to guide us. We stumbled across an Onondaga fort, and the Huron’s were pressuring the military to attack them.
Unfortunately for us, it was no the right call to make and the assault upon the Onondaga fort failed miserably. I was hit with two arrows in the leg (one hit the knee) and I screamed in pain as it pierced through my body. As I was lying on the ground, my leg in searing pain, I could not help but think that taking military action was a premature choice to make. I became very angry only to pass out shortly thereafter.