The Founding.

We stood facing each other; only the wind could be heard whispering in our ears. A wall of magnificent red stood before me and the smell of gunpowder was in the air. I felt as though I was a loyal subject of the great British Empire but I could only tolerate so much. The yearning for freedom and self-determination steeled my heart and brought me to this moment. I averted my eyes for a moment as a sign had caught my attention. It read "First Presbyterian Church, Lexington". My gaze returned to the battlefield, and here I saw the colors of the Union Jack begin to march. They were advancing steadily toward us, and then abruptly halted. I could see, as they were not far away, they were loading the field guns. I shuddered at the thought of being fired upon by such a devastating weapon, but held my resolve. My fellow patriots stood stalwart and prepared as I gripped the barrel of my musket tightly. Sweat ran into my eyes, I blinked it away and shouldered my rifle along with my comrades. I looked into the eyes of my enemy from across the field and saw not a tyrannical brute, but a boy. Surely he was no older than my own son, but it was through him I must fight to create a better world for my boy. It was a shame it had to be him, but fate is a cruel mistress. I steadied my hand, exhaled, and pulled the trigger. A quick pop, then utter silence. I took my own men off guard. With that, the world was on notice. A new day was dawning and with it the beginning of greatness.