I served nobly in the War for Independence, despite the incompetent leadership of the likes of "General" Washington. How such a man could have been allowed to command an army --- quite nearly to doom, I might add --- is far beyond my humble mind. Fortune must have smiled warmly down at our birthing nation to allow our surviving such a man.
I did have the most unenviable experience to be Vice President of these United States. Surely tis better to reside lonely upon a distant peak with but a supply of jerky than to serve in such a lowly role as that that I did. And under such a man! Jefferson has forever been a dilettante of the worst kind. A man who flits from one extravagant idea to the next upon the airiest of whims. A truer hypocrite there has likely never been. Surely, the treatment I gave unto Mr. Hamilton would better have served this dabbler.
Yes, I killed Hamilton. But twas merely for the sake of reputation, after all. For, had he not trod upon my very honour, he would still live. Truly, he was once a friend and colleague, and such a turn as we two did finally and verily take is of the most unfortunate circumstance. But the man had a mouth like a rabid dog. He foams no more.
The American continent would surely be a more radiant one if I had but achieved my glory out West. Mexico would no doubt have been found to be ripe as a fruit from a tree. DAMN YOU JAMIE WILKINSON! Twas you who was the traitorous sort. Not I, you faux Spaniard.
My children. Sweet Thoedosia did make me quite proud and I shall miss her dearly for eternity. But I have been fortunate enough to see one of my own flesh rise to that office which I once coveted and nearly, yet never, achieved. Martin, my boy, you make a father proud. Would but I could have claimed you as mine outright for all to hear.
