Hannah ran through the forests, avoiding the British soldiers still patrolling the roads. She knew that now Benjamin was most likely fighting with all his might on the battlefield with his fellow men. And she was comforted by the fact that she was fighting her own war, a war which she knew she would overcome or die trying. She had managed to be quiet and careful, but when she arrived very near where the stretch of beach leading to Gullah Island lay, she jumped into the air and tried to scream, but couldn't. She had done it. She was there. She had made it. She was about to emerge from the bushes and step across the road that wound past the beaches, when she suddenly leapt back into the shadows as about twenty British soldiers careened around the bend. The ones in the lead, were riding at breakneck speed down the road, while a few of them rode quickly but still had time to speak to each other.
As Hannah crouched in the bushes, she caught snatches of conversation as the men passed. "How could we be beaten? It's impossible." One man called across the way to a fellow soldier. The soldier shrugged and urged his horse on faster. "How should I know? All I know is that it's real and not a dream!" He yelled. Another man rode behind them quickly, his face a mask of disbelief. "I still can't believe that we've been beaten by mere militia!" He called angrily, whizzing past Hannah's hiding place. Hannah's eyes widened and she stood up slowly, watching them pass. As soon as all of them had passed her, she slowly emerged from her hiding place and stood in the road, watching the dust settle behind their tracks as the horses sped away. At that moment, Hannah didn't care if they turned around and saw her standing there behind them. She knew that the war was finally turned. The colonists had the upper hand. They would win. This cruel war was almost over.
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Hannah ran down the rocky beach, tears of happiness welling under her eyelids. The sun beat down upon her but she didn't care. The sharp rocks pierced her feet, but she didn't care. This cruel war was almost over. They would win. They would have their freedom. As she ran, faster and faster, the small huts of the inhabitants came into view. She saw a small group of black boys herding a group of pigs to their pen. As she watched them, one face stuck out. One white face that was darkened slightly by the sun. She watched as he ducked to urge a small pig into the pen and watched his brown-blonde hair fall into his eyes. "Nathan!" She screamed loudly. The boys' heads came erect and Nathan's blue eyes scanned the horizon. Her slight figure came into his view, her clothes dishevled, the bags under her eyes deeper, but still very much Hannah.
He grinned, let out a loud whoop and ran head on towards her. She fell upon him, sobbing with happiness of it all as she held him close to her, never wanting to let him out of her sight. She pushed him away and held his face in her hands. "I'm so glad to see you Hannah! I've prayed for you every night." Nathan said proudly, his hands clasping hers. She smiled a teary smile. "I've hoped that you and your family was safe. Hoped and prayed. I've some things to tell you." She sat down then and there on the rocky beach and began to speak in urgent tones to the now oldest son of Benjamin Martin. "You see, something happened on the way home from the wedding." She started.
A few hours later she was lying in a bed, a real bed in a real house, rather than under a tree with only her cloak for a bed. Nathan now knew what had transpired during the last few horrible days. He had accepted it and his role as Benjamin's oldest son. She sighed happily. This war would end someday. She would live to see it. She was safe here and when Benjamin returned he would take care of her and would see to it that she never had to want for anything. She was sure of that. He had promised. As she closed her eyes in sleep, a face came into view. A smiling face with sparkling green eyes. As she dreamed she sat up, her blue eyes wide open, her mouth smiling as she looked at him. Thomas stooped down to kiss her gently on the cheek and as he drew back, the brown eyes and smiling face of Gabriel came into her view. She blushed and turned back to Thomas. He held her face in his hand gently, his green eyes shining, and as he did, he whispered to her softly, "I told you it would end."
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Dear Diary,
I now know that I can survive. The war will end soon and life will return as it was, though we will all be affected by this war for the rest of our lives. We cannot regain the things we have lost. Gabriel, Thomas, and Anne cannot be resurrected from the dead, but they will live forever in our hearts. Together, we will build a nation. A nation that will be strong, strong in freedom and liberty for all. Freedom of religion and speech, something many countries do not have. We will be a bright beacon for freedom to all who desire it. Together our nation will prosper through the ages and no matter how many wars take place, the American spirit will forever live on in our hearts, as well as the deaths of those who made it so.
Sincerely yours,
Hannah Ross
The diary of Hannah Ross, ends here.
As Hannah crouched in the bushes, she caught snatches of conversation as the men passed. "How could we be beaten? It's impossible." One man called across the way to a fellow soldier. The soldier shrugged and urged his horse on faster. "How should I know? All I know is that it's real and not a dream!" He yelled. Another man rode behind them quickly, his face a mask of disbelief. "I still can't believe that we've been beaten by mere militia!" He called angrily, whizzing past Hannah's hiding place. Hannah's eyes widened and she stood up slowly, watching them pass. As soon as all of them had passed her, she slowly emerged from her hiding place and stood in the road, watching the dust settle behind their tracks as the horses sped away. At that moment, Hannah didn't care if they turned around and saw her standing there behind them. She knew that the war was finally turned. The colonists had the upper hand. They would win. This cruel war was almost over.
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Hannah ran down the rocky beach, tears of happiness welling under her eyelids. The sun beat down upon her but she didn't care. The sharp rocks pierced her feet, but she didn't care. This cruel war was almost over. They would win. They would have their freedom. As she ran, faster and faster, the small huts of the inhabitants came into view. She saw a small group of black boys herding a group of pigs to their pen. As she watched them, one face stuck out. One white face that was darkened slightly by the sun. She watched as he ducked to urge a small pig into the pen and watched his brown-blonde hair fall into his eyes. "Nathan!" She screamed loudly. The boys' heads came erect and Nathan's blue eyes scanned the horizon. Her slight figure came into his view, her clothes dishevled, the bags under her eyes deeper, but still very much Hannah.
He grinned, let out a loud whoop and ran head on towards her. She fell upon him, sobbing with happiness of it all as she held him close to her, never wanting to let him out of her sight. She pushed him away and held his face in her hands. "I'm so glad to see you Hannah! I've prayed for you every night." Nathan said proudly, his hands clasping hers. She smiled a teary smile. "I've hoped that you and your family was safe. Hoped and prayed. I've some things to tell you." She sat down then and there on the rocky beach and began to speak in urgent tones to the now oldest son of Benjamin Martin. "You see, something happened on the way home from the wedding." She started.
A few hours later she was lying in a bed, a real bed in a real house, rather than under a tree with only her cloak for a bed. Nathan now knew what had transpired during the last few horrible days. He had accepted it and his role as Benjamin's oldest son. She sighed happily. This war would end someday. She would live to see it. She was safe here and when Benjamin returned he would take care of her and would see to it that she never had to want for anything. She was sure of that. He had promised. As she closed her eyes in sleep, a face came into view. A smiling face with sparkling green eyes. As she dreamed she sat up, her blue eyes wide open, her mouth smiling as she looked at him. Thomas stooped down to kiss her gently on the cheek and as he drew back, the brown eyes and smiling face of Gabriel came into her view. She blushed and turned back to Thomas. He held her face in his hand gently, his green eyes shining, and as he did, he whispered to her softly, "I told you it would end."
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Dear Diary,
I now know that I can survive. The war will end soon and life will return as it was, though we will all be affected by this war for the rest of our lives. We cannot regain the things we have lost. Gabriel, Thomas, and Anne cannot be resurrected from the dead, but they will live forever in our hearts. Together, we will build a nation. A nation that will be strong, strong in freedom and liberty for all. Freedom of religion and speech, something many countries do not have. We will be a bright beacon for freedom to all who desire it. Together our nation will prosper through the ages and no matter how many wars take place, the American spirit will forever live on in our hearts, as well as the deaths of those who made it so.
Sincerely yours,
Hannah Ross
The diary of Hannah Ross, ends here.