My name is Andrew Jackson, and I was the 7th president of the United States. People tell me that I have a lot to be proud of, because I wasn't just a president, I worked as a prosecuting attorney, and I fought in the war. I've heard people say that I was the best-loved and most-hated president the young nation had ever known. I named a era after myself, and always lived according to the rugged, straightforward code of the American frontier.
             In 1802, I was elected major general of the military force. The turning point in my life was definitely my service in the War of 1812. One of my first victories was over the Creek Indians. Inspired by the British attacks on the Americans, the Creeks raided frontier settlements in Georgia and Alabama. My Tennessee military and I crushed the Creeks at the battle of Horseshoe Bend, Alabama, on March 27, 1814. After winning that battle, I was then ordered to defend New Orleans. I built up my small regular army, and recruited frontier riflemen from Tennessee and Kentucky, and also gathered a force of volunteers. On January 8, 1815 the British troops charged. It was a massacre; the British withdrew after suffering 2,237 deaths, while we only lost 71.
             We won the battle, however fighting the battle was a tragic mistake. Only days earlier, December 24,1814, a peace treaty had been signed. Communication was so slow, that the news just didn't reach me in time. Of course my little victories didn't affect the outcome of the War of 1812, but it did make me a national hero. With the exception of Gen. William Henry Harrison, no American except me had achieved anything like military triumph.
             In 1817 I was ordered to the Alabama-Georgia region to defend settlers against attacks by Seminole Indians from Florida. In 1818, I pushed into Spanish-held Florida, and captured Pensacola, and hung two British soldiers as spies. When Spain offered Florida to the United St
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