The War of 1812 The White House, barely over a decade old, has been home to three of the four presidents of the United States of America. The first was the second president, John Adams, the second occupant was Thomas Jefferson, the Third being the current president: James Madison, who was currently looking through the great, curved bay windows that allowed one to see the wondrous view that was Washington D.C. Across to the horizon, Madison could see where a mighty river emptied into the Chesapeake bay. The sunlight dazzled across the water at dawnlight. It would have been perfect weather if not for the bad news from Secretary of War William Eustis and Secretary of the Navy Paul Hamilton. The commander in chief of a country not yet fifty years old gripped the wooden ledge until his knuckles turned white. " I'm sorry, I fear I did not hear correctly." Secretary Hamilton paused to sip his brandy, after all, brandy made things easier. "The British surprised us. The Battle on Lake Erie was to eliminate the redcoat presence on the water." He paused to take a second sip. "It seems the roles were reversed. Barclay's fleet managed to sink the Lawrence, the Tigress, the Scorpion, and the Porcupine." "And of Perry?" "Dead, his dingy was blown out the water. Good news is that the Niagara managed to slink away, albeit greatly damaged." The news troubled Madison. Eustis stepped forward with his report. "On the 5th of October, Proctor and his Indian ally, Tecumseh, attacked General Harrison's army. Luckily, this fight was less of a victory for the British. Harrison managed to repulse them. The losses read as following, sir. We suffered sixty confirmed deaths, and atleast eighty wounded." Madison rubbed his face, his thumb and finger grazing over his bags. He really needed more sleep. "What are the British casualties?" "Twenty six dead, unsure of How many escaped, but we captured five hundred soldiers, meaning a defecto victory. We also captured twenty three Indians from Tecumseh's Confederacy." Madison turned to look at the members of his cabinet. "Quebec seems to be unobtainable from the loyalists. We are stretched thin, I'm sure Secretary Gallatin has told you we are stretched thinly economicly." The president sat down. "I do hope our efforts down south are doing better." Up next: the battle of Horseshoe Bend. Thoughts? More interesting than my last timeline?