I screamed and kicked at the soldier. "Put me down!" I heard my mother crying my name. My father was keeping my mother from racing off and trying to get me back. I wanted to run back to her. I wanted to comfort her, but these men were not going to let me go. I had my hands tied behind my back wailing, and I was slung over one of the soldier's shoulders.
"Stephan!" my mother yelled. That was the last I heard of my mother.
The soldier and his partner carried me down the road about five-hundred feet before they stopped. I was making quite a racket. I was kicking, I was screaming, I was doing everything I could to annoy these ruthless strangers.
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The Revolution that Brought us Together
Historical FictionMen in red coats come walking down to our driveway. There getting closer. They want something, and they want it now. This is inspired by "My Brother Sam is Dead" by: Collier and Collier
