Part III
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"You don't marry someone you can live with - you marry the person who you cannot live without."
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April 25, 1775
I have a confession to make, I am scared. This war, this ideal it scares me to the very core of my body. Not the death, not the fighting (although I don't care for that either), but of what I could lose. My love. My love is everything to me and to lose it is unfathomable. I am told not to worry they will always be there for me, but I do have some doubts.
I had a dream the other night. We were in a prison, although I must admit I think I had a hand in it, but there was a hanging. I wasn't sure who it was, it could have been me. Still, it has confused me and now where I once was sure I no longer am. I only write to set my problems aside, to think through them this way. I hear it is better than taking to the bottle, but I haven't proved that theory yet. I am not sure what to do. The Second Continental Congress is in fifteen days and what goes on there I am sure will determine the fate of the colonies.
I have been sitting further without an idea as to what to write, but I must be going to bed. I will sleep on it. I feel bad that in the whole time I've been up the only conclusion I can come to is that I need to sleep. Maybe that too is a sign. The bottom line still remains, I am scared.
-Signed Me.
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Philadelphia, PA
June 10, 1775
The Second Continental Congress had met for over a month with John Hancock being named the President. Rick thought it was a great choice for he had the utmost respect for the man. As he did for John Adams who was pushing for all of the men in Boston to become their own army and for George Washington to lead it. Rick also agreed with that and so did Evie. After three weeks when Rick left Evie showed up. Rick had left Jonathan in charge of the tavern and Evie had nothing else to do. Angelica had wanted her to come to her home, but Evie flat out refused. She was married and there was no reason now that she had to take orders from her step-mother.
She had written a letter to her uncle before Rick had left and two days afterward she had received word that her uncle would love a visit from her. She jumped with joy. The only problem was finding some way to get to Philadelphia safely. Jonathan volunteered to go and take her, but it would leave the tavern in Ira's hands since there was no one else to watch it. It wasn't that bad of an idea and so Evie and Jonathan left it to Ira and took off to Philadelphia.
Rick had been in one of the taverns in town after they had let out for the day and had received an invitation to Oliver's house. The men had never met and their only link was Evelyn. Still, he went and was in complete shock when a very beautiful woman, whom he called wife, answered the door. It was actually a very nice time and her uncle wasn't all that bad. Rick had come home and informed all of them what as going on and while they were there Evie had procured an invitation to the home of James Madison. It was there that Evie had been able to meet many of the men who were making History.
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Bunker Hill, Boston, Ma
June 12, 1775
Jonathan had come home at the wrong time. They were preparing for war. Everyone in Boston had had enough and they were ready to fight. Jonathan could see man British ships off the harbor and understood why. If the colonists could keep Bunker Hill and Breed's Hill they could keep control over the Boston harbor which would be very important if war were to come. Although a trend had been racing through places of wishing to retain British citizenship it was only if they could have the rights of those actually living in England. Jonathan had been among those ranks for awhile, but when he listened to Rick day in and day out it was hard not to change his mind and charge head full into battle just like the rest of them.
He saw an old friend, Joseph Warren, walking hurriedly to something. "Joseph." he said. His friend stopped. "Jonathan Carnahan what are you doing here? I thought you were in Philadelphia with your sister." he said. "I was. I just came home yesterday." he answered. "Well then you've not heard. We are trying to take the hill's and if successful we hope to drive the British out for good." "Who is leading this?" Jonathan asked. "Good 'ole Colonel Prescott." Joseph told him with a smile. "Oh. Are you to help fight in this battle?" Joseph looked at him like he had lost his mind, "I am gather troops as we speak. Do you wish to help." It was Jonathan's turn to get that look. "I well... I..." "Good, I will see you there the fifteenth then." Joseph smiled and Jonathan tried to protest but the man had already left.
June 17, 1775
Bunker Hill
They had taken over Breed's Hill last night and were trying to hold their position, but with the look of the British Navy's showing up it was hard. Not only that but they heard that the redcoats were being led by no other than General William Howe. They had also launched their initial assault on Breed's Hill earlier that morning with the full Navy's guns behind them. It was getting bad and Jonathan had seen many people blown to bits as the British attacked.
Jonathan, scared out of his mind, watched Prescott as he looked down to see the British heading toward them. He looked back at his men and uttered the command, "Don't one of you fire until you see the whites of their eyes." He looked down to see nothing but red. Red coats, red blood, red eyes, and red grass. He saw many of the enemy dead, but he looked back and saw even more of his own dead. They were running, they were coming. He looked on to one and with deadly accuracy set his rifle on him. He lowered his head and watched as the man ran toward him, both holding each other fates in their hands and neither of them knowing the outcome.
Jonathan looked up and there the man was and it went quiet. A single shot was released and the blow was felt. No sounds surrounded him and he couldn't hear what as going on, but he knew that he had just slain a man. The moment passed and he looked around noticing that some of his own had not been as lucky and had fallen. The Redcoats were still coming and Jonathan had a job to do. He would not cower.
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July 1, 1775
Four hundred men lost their lives in at Bunker Hill. What should have been our down fall, our demise, was our savior. I am still scared, I will not deny that, but there is a feeling that has spread through the whole of our union and that is we can win. True we lost Bunker Hill and I lost a dear friend, Joseph Warren. The command of Colonel William Prescott is now an infamous phrase. Something to be repeated and said with pride.
I find it difficult that on June 15, that a man I respect for so many things was named Commander in Chief of our Army. And that two days later we would be defeated by our enemy and our own country. With four hundred dead one would have thought that the colonies would have sunk to depression, but that has not been the case. We are sending one last message of hope. One last letter and if it is rejected than we shall reject King George the III and everything that he commands.
We will no longer be the thing of which he thinks he can control. We are living and breathing and I have no doubt in my mind that if push shall come to shove that we will fight for the ideal and principle of those rights to which we hold so dear and England tries and tramples on. I believe we shall rise high above what any other country thinks we can do and we will be victorious! Alas, I am still scared.
-Signed Me.
End of Part III