Its cold. I remember the previous encounters with the british Line infantry. I recall me leading a force of 400 Militia, and 50 Line Infantry against... I forgot, but 200 Line Infantry and 300 Militia.. Amazing how fast you could fall. 390 Losses, 25 line infantry.. Rest were the Militia. We quickly retreated to Boston. We could not leave the damned city. I was shot in the shoulder, and it still hurts. The medics washed it, and thankfully saved it. But it still hurts. Anyways.. back to the battle... 25 Infantry and 35 Miltia.. I had to take hold of 5 shops, and I believe 3 destroyed buildings, in order to set up a defense. The force of the british still took many losses, but they were all militia and some infantry 105 of the line infantry remained of them, I believe. Thats what the body count says. Anyways... I need to stop spoiling the future. The force, stupidily marched down our street, and as they did, we fired. They fell like.. Well.. I cannot describe the amount of destruction that occured in such a little amount of time. Anyways... I wish to continue on tomorrow, its quite late now, and I have to march another new force of 200 men into death tomorrow... May god bless me and my men..
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Lieutenant Isaiah Parden, Officer of the La nouvelle armée française d'Amérique
HistoryczneA mere extreme view of the revolutionary war, in alternate history of course, and going to be my third ongoing project. Hope you will like it.
