"They will follow me into Hell!"

Prologue

"…*I* command this army, and if I, a bumbling Virginia farmer, should decide to lead them into Hell, they will follow me into Hell." ~ General Washington, The Crossing


Dear sir,

I shall recollect the events of that day to my best, as I know that you were in search of the fabled continent at the time and were unable to hear the reports.

General Washington had lost his self control and threw Abraham Hunter, a local tory who had warned the Hessian Colonel Rall of our approach, on the ground and began to beat him. All the anger and frustration he had been holding back since our defeat at New York had finally lashed out. We lunged at him to get him off. In his anger Washington had hit Knox in the stomach and broken Glover's nose. We had managed to get him calmed down. Lord Sterling and I were ordered to take as many men as I could back to the boats and retreat as quickly as could be done. The Hessians were coming. As I rode away I heard a gun go off, Glover had killed the tory traitor. I'm told the bullet went right though his heart, but his death was slow and painful.

By the time we'd had reached the Delaware the men were frantic. General Green's men had already made it to the other side of the shore; they were sending the boats back to us. By the time I had crossed ten precious minutes had gone by. The rest of Washington's staff had joined us, except Washington himself and Mercer. I was later told that they refused to leave; that the only thing between us and twelve-hundred Hessians were three hundred of our men and two of our generals with three captains in the field. Glover was on the other side of the river, directing his fishermen in getting the nine-hundred and ninety remaining men over. I doubted that they would succeed. The sound of cannon fire was drawing ever closer.

Those patriots that could ran from the British. Some fled to New Orleans, some to France, some to the Caribbean and some of the Canadian or Western wilderness. Others weren't so lucky and their lives ended at the end of a rope or they were captured and are now rotting in some British prison. The fateful Battle of Trenton was six months ago. It is now June 25th, 1777.

I remind you of all this with greatest respect in hopes that you shall supply our forces with the much needed arms, food, and medicine we need to protect ourselves. Our position is 302W.

You obedient,

A. Hamilton


A/N: Alright, I'll admit it. So this isn't fan fiction and it truly doesn't belong on this site. It is a 'What-if?' story of the American Revolution. I was inspired to write this partially because of a wonderful movie called The Crossing and a series called Liberty's Kids; but most importantly I was inspired because of another 'What-if?' written by Gary Blackwood called, 'Year of the Hangman'. I recommend all of these things to any history lover and hope you enjoy them and my story. If there is any historical information that is wrong PLEASE let me know and back it up. I'd be glad to learn more!