"Knock him out," one of the soldiers said.
"Hold him still!" said the other. The soldier holding me took me off his back, and slammed me down on the dirt road. The soldier looked down on me and told me to sit up. I sat up and spit on his shoes.
"You little prat," said the soldier who demanded me to sit up. One of the soldiers reached for his back and pulled out a gun, but it was not just a gun. It was the Brown Bess, a gun used in war that had a bayonet about four feet long. I now knew why these men came rampaging into my house. I now knew why they wanted something from father. These soldiers were no ordinary men, these were the Lobster backs, Redcoats, soldiers who were loyal to the King.
YOU ARE READING
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
