Assignment Three: Sam Clark

I’ll never forget the moment I joined my brothers in the Québécois Independence Force (QIF). I traveled day and night, night and day, sunset to sundown, sundown to sunup, midnight to twilight, twilight to midnight, to reach the great city of my brothers: Quebec. It was my first time abroad, first time out all alone. Some nights, before I reached the city, the coldness crept up upon me like a doubt in the existence of reality, sinking its teeth into me as a great cat devouring its prey. When I finally stood on the doorstep I was told to find, my letter of recommendation shaking in my freezing hand, I was a broken man, done with humanity. My conversation with my grandfather, an elderly Quebecer, flashed before my mind. He told me to go north. To fight for Quebec’s freedom. Was it a mistake? Should I turn back? But then the door opened, and my QIF brothers took me in. They gave me a purpose. They showed me the truth. They taught me to fight for, as we Québécois put it, liberté, égalité, et fraternité. I threw away my mother tongue; at the QIF we speak only Québécois French, the truest of all languages. The QIF changed my life, my culture, my entire personality. If you wish to join please contact me directly.