Sorry it has been a hot minute since I updated. I had no clue how to write this at all. I know it is short, but trust me I struggled for days. Hope you like it anyway. Please review!
Dearest, Eliza,
I miss you like a drowning man craves air. You are my air, my will to live. I pray every day for yours' and the baby's safety. I hope against odds I arrive home soon. I must end this letter here for my services are needed. I love you more than anything. Hug my darling son for me if such occurs.
Your Dearest Husband, Alexander H.
I seal the letter and send it off to be mailed. The sun was setting and the stars were coming out. Night had fallen. Soon so would the British.
Adrenaline kept me awake and alert. I take a deep breath as my men and I prepare to ambush. One step. Two. Three….
When we approach the redoubt, the British are tired and gaunt. Exhausted and bloody. The first army to sweep through did a number on them. Now it's our turn.
Soon it was a clash of force. Blue on red, black on white, man to man. For a very brief moment, fear struck me. I was human after all. But in the wake of that terror, and image of Eliza appeared, hand placed over her expectant stomach. I was fighting for hearth and home, for a future in a world they deserve. I was fighting for a name she and our children could be proud of. A name to be remembered by.
So I stared the idea of death and pain in the eye and said, Va te faire foutre!
Eliza would hate that I said that. I smile at her memory.
And so the American experiment began.
Bullets flew and cannons blasted. Smoke poured from the sky like the rapture. Screams of pain and of triumphant tenacity blended with the explosions to create the gloriously horrific anthem of war. The metallic smell of blood filled my nose.
A stinging feeling presented itself on my cheek. I didn't care. A bullet must've grazed me. It'll take more than a bullet to kill Alexander Hamilton. Soldiers were failing left and right, blurs of red crumpling to the floor.
Mercilessly, I killed. I slaughtered. All in the name of freedom. For hours my brigade and I slaved away, losing many good men in the process.
My eyes flashed up for a brief second. A strip of white fabric caught my eye. It was like a dove of peace had descended from Heaven to this green, or should I say red land.
Surrender. We won. The word was turned on its axis.
We did it.
