Ch. 23: The Virginia RiflemenChapter Twenty Three
I crawled across the grass with as much stealth as I could muster in the early morning hour. I had managed to reach four of the five bodies lying on the field and collect their weapons, it was only the last man I needed to reach now. The man who had been the first to fall. Voices could be heard across the field where the last of my men had fallen, from the sounds of it, they were all dead now, and the enemy were raiding the bodies for supplies. If they could do it, so could I.
The private was lying on his side, as if asleep, aside from the gaping hole in his throat of course, and stared off with wide eyes of surprise. I couldn't tell in the light, but I thought his eyes looked blue. Taking hold of the musket that was lying across his back, I cut the strap with my dirk and pulled it gently from the body. Glancing over to the forest line as I pulled, I caught sight of a man walking towards the meadow. I dropped the gun and my head and became a dead shadow on the pale
Ch. 22: The Scouting PartyChapter Twenty Two
We had buried Michael ourselves. A pleasant spot was found away from the redoubt and the hundreds of dead men who littered the field. Alex took Chris and brought back shovels as Matty and I collected the wildflowers that grew on the hill. When we laid him in the ground, a handful of Queen-Anne's-Lace was placed on his chest and then his company colours was lowered over him. Despite the dust and gunpowder that covered his uniform, it stood out bright and white against the dark walls of the grave. His pale face almost matched that of the uniform and it made my stomach turn. I had stepped down into the hole and closed his eyes while pulling the flag up and over his head.
When we had finished piling dirt on the body, Matty put the last bundle of wildflowers on top and Alex hammered in a small wooden cross at the head. It was then that I noticed Chris was bleeding.
"What have yae done now, yae idiot..." I said, the first to break the silence. I went to his side and parted
Ch. 21: The Battle of Bunker HillChapter Twenty One
The first wave of the attack on Breed's had failed. The rebels behind their redoubt had been able to fend off the frontal force of Pigot, and while we had waited for the extra 800 men, they had built up the dirt walls around the side and forced even the great General Howe back to his original position. He was calling his men to retreat when I brought the news that Pigot was doing the same.
"Blast these back woods bumpkins!" cried Howe. "Where are my officers? Where are the drummers? Will someone sound the bloody retreat?!" his proud steed was as jumpy as he was and I could see why. All around him lay fallen men who had been targeted by the farmers behind the dirt pile up the hill. Howe's officers had long fled the scene and a drummer lay dead at the horse's feet. I speared the earth with the colours I had still held on to and went to the fallen body. Picking up the man's drum, I ripped the sticks from his death grip and yelled at the General over the sounds of gunfir
Ch 20: The Messenger GirlChapter Twenty
The summers in America were as different from their winters as fish and birds. The heat had started early in May unlike in Scotland where it was always cooler, even into July. Here, the planting was getting done across the neck, and in the pastures in the common it was coming alive with the sounds of new-born livestock. Calves, colts, and lambs frolicked across the grasses that lay void of the British army. The sight of the tiny white and spotted lambs bounding over the tufts of grass and complaining with their loud baaahs when they wandered too far from their mothers made me homesick for my own flock. One thing I knew I could still do was hold a pair of sheep shears; not for the sheep this time, but for myself and the boys. It was time for haircuts.
I held them expertly over Michael's hair and snipped at the little locks that had grown way past his shoulders. Chris and Matty had already had their turn, Nicholas had refused to let me near him with the sharp blade and so