It wasn't a week after that day had I been stopped by the sound of Dove's voice in the stable. He was talking to somebody standing in the doorway of the barn and his converser sounded awfully familiar.
"So the British are to seize the hills?"
"That's right, they say they're too vulnerable if not."
"When are they to do it?"
"The seventeenth."
"Oh, this will be a lead to British then."
"Surely it will, well I'll be off. Good day, Dove."
"Good day, Dusty."
Dusty! When did he come back to Boston! Well I knew the Laphams would turn to Tories so I suppose Dusty would as well. That wasn't the point at hand, though. I ran as fast as my legs would carry to Paul Revere, caught him just as he was riding out.
"That means Bunker or Breed hill, excellent job done, Johnny. I'll get a group up there before the reds. Johnny, " he looked at me seriously,"are you prepared to go?"
"I'm ready to fight any time, sir. I'm a soldier after all." He rode off and I awaited further instruction I knew I'd receive later.
The following night they had a ready army waiting. I retrieved Rab's gun(still not quite ready to call it my own yet) from the Lapham's for it's first show. I sighed, I wonder if I should talk to Cilla first hand. She would be terrified if I were to go confront her about it. I know she'd make a scene. So I left her a letter, a long letter, five pages. I don't think it should be so long, it's not like I was telling her I was never coming back. I told my mother I'd be something, and now I felt I was. With a last look at the warf, I headed out to my battle.
It was hard seeing in front of my own two feet, but I kept moving. We were instructed to position on Bunker Hill, but Breed is closer to the harbor and has better position to it. So we stopped, and we waited. I didn't close my eyes once that night, no way could I sleep. Neither could the boy next to me, Devin I think his name was, he kept muttering, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die."
"Hey," I called over to him, he jumped." You keep talking like that and you just might. Just calm down, things are going to come out right." He nodded and inhaled and was silent the rest of the night.
Dawn came, and so did the British. I saw the deathly wicked dyes staring at me, all in rows, but this time I rivaled them with my own. I placed my hand on the trigger, firm and proper as before, and with Rab in my thoughts, I took his first shot, the shot he never got a chance to make. It went on for a couple hours after that, rush of bullets and cannons and orders. The air smelled of blood. I saw Devin, standing as one of the strongest fighters, I like to think I helped him last night.
"Don't fire until you see the whites of their eyes!" It was called, the British had ammunition manifold ours, we needed to conserve and I had one shot left. I strengthened my grip, I hadn't let go yet. I stood, picturing Rab standing next to me, I had aim, I had a finger on the trigger...but not before a redcoat had.
"So the British are to seize the hills?"
"That's right, they say they're too vulnerable if not."
"When are they to do it?"
"The seventeenth."
"Oh, this will be a lead to British then."
"Surely it will, well I'll be off. Good day, Dove."
"Good day, Dusty."
Dusty! When did he come back to Boston! Well I knew the Laphams would turn to Tories so I suppose Dusty would as well. That wasn't the point at hand, though. I ran as fast as my legs would carry to Paul Revere, caught him just as he was riding out.
"That means Bunker or Breed hill, excellent job done, Johnny. I'll get a group up there before the reds. Johnny, " he looked at me seriously,"are you prepared to go?"
"I'm ready to fight any time, sir. I'm a soldier after all." He rode off and I awaited further instruction I knew I'd receive later.
The following night they had a ready army waiting. I retrieved Rab's gun(still not quite ready to call it my own yet) from the Lapham's for it's first show. I sighed, I wonder if I should talk to Cilla first hand. She would be terrified if I were to go confront her about it. I know she'd make a scene. So I left her a letter, a long letter, five pages. I don't think it should be so long, it's not like I was telling her I was never coming back. I told my mother I'd be something, and now I felt I was. With a last look at the warf, I headed out to my battle.
It was hard seeing in front of my own two feet, but I kept moving. We were instructed to position on Bunker Hill, but Breed is closer to the harbor and has better position to it. So we stopped, and we waited. I didn't close my eyes once that night, no way could I sleep. Neither could the boy next to me, Devin I think his name was, he kept muttering, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die."
"Hey," I called over to him, he jumped." You keep talking like that and you just might. Just calm down, things are going to come out right." He nodded and inhaled and was silent the rest of the night.
Dawn came, and so did the British. I saw the deathly wicked dyes staring at me, all in rows, but this time I rivaled them with my own. I placed my hand on the trigger, firm and proper as before, and with Rab in my thoughts, I took his first shot, the shot he never got a chance to make. It went on for a couple hours after that, rush of bullets and cannons and orders. The air smelled of blood. I saw Devin, standing as one of the strongest fighters, I like to think I helped him last night.
"Don't fire until you see the whites of their eyes!" It was called, the British had ammunition manifold ours, we needed to conserve and I had one shot left. I strengthened my grip, I hadn't let go yet. I stood, picturing Rab standing next to me, I had aim, I had a finger on the trigger...but not before a redcoat had.