By the time we reached the rest of the men, the British were already there attacking. Everyone ran onto the boats to escape the bigger, more experienced, army. I saw all the bodies of our fallen men that we were too late to save. Silently, I prayed that they would all go to heaven and never have to feel the awful pains of the living ever again. I prayed that they would not have to be in a constant state of fear or starvation and that they could at last feel warm and happy again.
On the boat, I was being suffocated by the wretched smell of twenty to thirty men. No one has bathed or even cleaned in months. All men were covered in sweat, dirt, and blood whether it was there own or someone else's. My stomach did flips at the stench as I started to get a headache from how powerful it was. The second the boat hit land everyone bolted off so that they could get some fresh air. I was the last one off my boat because I had trouble even standing.
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The Untold Story of Frederick Michaelis
Historical FictionA story following the experiences of a young man during the Revolutionary War.
