As I stood looking out the window, my same position I was in only hours before. I had stored Rab's musket- with all it's meaning-away there. People told me it was better at the Lytes, but I knew it would be safe there, not only is it oblivious to the British and Tories, but I can feel that it'll be safe. I went over to the floorboard I pried loose and used as a small arsenal, and retrieved Rab's gun, just to his fixings. I've never tried to hold it before, for the fear that I couldn't. As it lay in my hands, the urge to do so was never so overbearing. So slowly, ever slowly, my hand creeps nearer to the trigger hold. I watched my scarred thumb flex further than ever before as my hand grabs hold and wraps around the small lever like the mist on the early morning battle fields. Just a bit further, is all I think, just try a little and save the rest for another time, but as I soon find, there's nothing left to save. My hands hold the musket strong and firm, controlled and proper. This was it, my revelation of war. I remove the gun from my hold by force after moments of basking in it. I quickly return it to it's hiding place and leave the house. I was to wait, it didn't feel of proper timing yet, I must check on Sergeant Gale, so not today. Not so much today, but tomorrow holds a tale that is yet to be told.
Sergeant Gale's spasm was a default nerve, as Dr.Church is formed me later that night. He was weaker but he still had a good life ahead of him. I didn't speak with Cilla for three days, though I did see her about town with her beau, and to my admitted dismay, he did seem true to fancy her. It wasn't until I saw her at the watering pump one day did I have words with her.
"Hello, Johnny." She said softly as I was passing.
"Er...hello, Cilla. How-how are you?" Ridiculous, I knew this girl for five years and I talked to her ambiguously.
"Oh I'm very well." She paused for a moment, then started up in a hurry. "I'm terribly sorry for that day Johnny. I was harsh, I know, but you were rude to Heath, I won't repeal that, but he told me you apologized and I'd like to be friends, Johnny, I really would."
"So would I Cilla, and as far as Heath is mattered," I swallowed, I could do this."I know you fancy him Cilla, and he certainly has taken to you, I know you will go nicely together. I hope you well, I really do." I smiled and Cilla, she nodded and didn't deny anything of her mentioned affection.
"So," she said after a moment's silence,"friends?" She held out her hand to me. Friends, now and forever, not the same sound to it but, always Cilla, always.
"Friends" I took her hand, she held it with both of hers before walking off. I had to place to go, just walking, on a day, a day, I think the day. My pace quickened as I suddenly had a place to go.
"Sergeant Gale?" I knocked on his quarters door softly and listened intently.
"Come in." came his weak beckon. "Ah, good day, Johnny." His face was colored, but his voice still husky.
"Hello, I don't mean to bother you but, I need advice and only your consent will do." I said in a bit of a rush of seriousness.
"Very well, what is it? It sounds serious." He sat up a bit but thought better of it to lay down.
"Sergeant Gale, why did you decide to fight in the war?" I thought he would be surprised but he only smiled.
"Because I wanted to defend my country and show my pride for it to everybody. If you feel the same..." He hinted he knew my intentions."I won't deny that I still feel strongly to Britain, but if you feel the same to your country, I encourage you to follow that passion." His pale face glowed with pride towards his country and I like to think, a bit to me.
"Thank you, Sergeant Gale, you've been more than helpful." I stood and nodded before making my way to the door.
"Johnny," he called me back. I turned to see him."Good luck." I smiled and left him with Madge cooing him and fluffing his pillows. I went straight to the lively Paul Revere after I left the couple.
"Johnny, " He said to me as we sat at his small kitchen table," are you sure about what you are saying?"
I looked at him and blinked a few times as I looked to the floor. Then after a moment's time passed I looked him in the eye. My voice said,"absolutely" but my eyes said a world more. We duly nodded and that was all.
Sergeant Gale's spasm was a default nerve, as Dr.Church is formed me later that night. He was weaker but he still had a good life ahead of him. I didn't speak with Cilla for three days, though I did see her about town with her beau, and to my admitted dismay, he did seem true to fancy her. It wasn't until I saw her at the watering pump one day did I have words with her.
"Hello, Johnny." She said softly as I was passing.
"Er...hello, Cilla. How-how are you?" Ridiculous, I knew this girl for five years and I talked to her ambiguously.
"Oh I'm very well." She paused for a moment, then started up in a hurry. "I'm terribly sorry for that day Johnny. I was harsh, I know, but you were rude to Heath, I won't repeal that, but he told me you apologized and I'd like to be friends, Johnny, I really would."
"So would I Cilla, and as far as Heath is mattered," I swallowed, I could do this."I know you fancy him Cilla, and he certainly has taken to you, I know you will go nicely together. I hope you well, I really do." I smiled and Cilla, she nodded and didn't deny anything of her mentioned affection.
"So," she said after a moment's silence,"friends?" She held out her hand to me. Friends, now and forever, not the same sound to it but, always Cilla, always.
"Friends" I took her hand, she held it with both of hers before walking off. I had to place to go, just walking, on a day, a day, I think the day. My pace quickened as I suddenly had a place to go.
"Sergeant Gale?" I knocked on his quarters door softly and listened intently.
"Come in." came his weak beckon. "Ah, good day, Johnny." His face was colored, but his voice still husky.
"Hello, I don't mean to bother you but, I need advice and only your consent will do." I said in a bit of a rush of seriousness.
"Very well, what is it? It sounds serious." He sat up a bit but thought better of it to lay down.
"Sergeant Gale, why did you decide to fight in the war?" I thought he would be surprised but he only smiled.
"Because I wanted to defend my country and show my pride for it to everybody. If you feel the same..." He hinted he knew my intentions."I won't deny that I still feel strongly to Britain, but if you feel the same to your country, I encourage you to follow that passion." His pale face glowed with pride towards his country and I like to think, a bit to me.
"Thank you, Sergeant Gale, you've been more than helpful." I stood and nodded before making my way to the door.
"Johnny," he called me back. I turned to see him."Good luck." I smiled and left him with Madge cooing him and fluffing his pillows. I went straight to the lively Paul Revere after I left the couple.
"Johnny, " He said to me as we sat at his small kitchen table," are you sure about what you are saying?"
I looked at him and blinked a few times as I looked to the floor. Then after a moment's time passed I looked him in the eye. My voice said,"absolutely" but my eyes said a world more. We duly nodded and that was all.