Chatterbox: Inkwell

Short story for social studies that I'm writing....we've got to write something from the revolutionary war, and our mc has to be on the British side. This is what I've got so far. It's far from finished, so I'll outline it: James' parents are going over to the colonies so that they can have independence. James stays with his Aunt and Uncle in London, his Aunt and Uncle are loyalists. So, like three years later, James joins the army and goes over to fight in the colonies, and he accidentally kills his brother. So, yeah, I'd also appreciate title suggestions, since I have to title it something creative :P :

Sealing wax drops from the candle, falling white angels that mingle with my tears. I think of my family, and stamp a graceful ‘J’ across the nearly cooled wax. It is my heavy heart that makes me stop, and remember each word on the letter enclosed. I taste each one on my tongue as I recall. Mother, Father, Katherine, Edmund,       

It is with an ailing conscience that I write this. I hope you will be happy in the colonies. Which one your destination is, I can’t recall. Aunt Elizabeth and Uncle Thomas have been kind to me. Uncle will raise me to be a strong man, just as you would have, Father. And Aunt El makes me mind my manners. I know that will please you, Mother.         Edmund, dear brother, I will miss our days of playing in the streets and roaming about the town together. I trust that you will keep Katherine and Mother safe. You are the next man of the family now. Hold your head high.        Katherine, young sister, I can already tell that you will grow into a beautiful young woman. It kills me to know I will not be there when you do.        

I am so sorry that I could not come with you, but I simply cannot take the idea of rebelling against British rule. I wish you all the best in your quest for independence. Be sure to write, I’ll miss you all dearly. I look forward to the day that you come back to London, or the day that I venture across the seas to you.

Love always, James            

By the next morning, I have sent the letter, and my desk lies empty and deserted in the corner. 

I know it's not the best, it hasn't been edited or anything...