I woke up panting with sweat on my face. I must have passed out. My head hurt from when the soldier hit me with the Brown Bess. I was still a bit dizzy, but I regained my vision. There seemed to be no one watching me. It was night time. I heard gunshots very close by. I still seemed to have my hands tied behind my back. I looked around, and I saw in the distance Lobsterbacks fighting men in blue, red, and white uniforms. Could those men in the red, blue, and white uniforms be the Patriots? Dad sad that my older brother Mirtich was a Patriot. Could he be fighting this war?
I was for sure that Mirtich was fighting this war. I tried to undo the knot that were binding my hands together. I heard some voices in the distance, and they seemed to be getting closer.
"I see a kid no more than thirteen years old," says a voice.
"What does he look like?" said another voice. This particular voice sounded a lot like my father's. Father? Have you come to save me?
"Much like yours," says the voice unlike my father's.
A few soldiers stepped out into the clearing, but these weren't the Lobsterbacks, these were the soldiers in the red, blue, and white uniforms.
"Is that him Mirtich?" one of the soldiers said. Miritich? No, it must have been the blow of the Brown Bess.
"Yes, that's him. That's my brother,"Miritich replied.
"Mirtich?" I said in confusion.
"Yes, this Mirtich, your brother."
"Turn to your side so I can see your right arm," I demanded. He turned, and there it was, the silver plated medallion. It read, fight.
"Don't worry it's me. Let me undo those knots," I turned around, and he undid the knots. I looked at my brother's face for the first time, and he looked a lot like me. He was tall, had blond hair, and brown eyes. He smiled at me, and pulled me into an embracing hug. "It's good to finally meet you Stephan."
"It's good to finally meet you Mirtich," You could still hear guns being fired from less than ten feet away.
"Mirtich, we better get going," one of the soldiers said.
"Stay here, okay? I will come and get you later. Keep out of sight!"
I nodded my head, and just as my brother was about to step out onto the battlefield, I see my brother fall and hit the ground.
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The Revolution that Brought us Together
Ficção HistóricaMen 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
