Crazy Courage Creative Writing

I woke with a start to the sound of a loud knock on the door. I rushed downstairs, flinging the door open. “They’re coming.” Robert said, a stern look on his face. I nodded. “Alright then.” I grabbed my rifle. We were ready for these regulars, and if need be, we're willing to die. We lined along the field. A young boy, around 15 perhaps, stood next to me. He trembled as the soldiers marched forward, the slow beating of the drum echoed across the field. They all stopped a distance away. The general stepped forward from the crowd of hundreds. “Go home,” He said. “Let there be no cause for death.” I stood my ground, bewildered when soldiers began to dwindle away. I glanced at the boy next to me. He was aiming his rifle at the Red Coats. A look of determination on his face as he raised his rifle. His finger hesitated …show more content…
The Regulars had burned everything we’d had to the ground. In short, we were not very pleased. We went back to town, regrouping in hopes to fight back, cause if there ever was a time to play dirty, that was now. A solemn mood hung around all of us as we planned out the attack. “The Regulars will have to march back to Boston. This would be an opportune moment to strike back.” Robert said, his voice was dead serious. A mumbled agreement swept through the crowd. “But that path goes through the woods. How would we?” Robert chuckled, interrupting the man. “Oh, we don’t need to line up for our deaths. We could take the high ground. Perhaps… the trees?” I grinned. The idea was risky, sure, but then again everything was nowadays. The men nodded, their solemn faces turning into humored smiles. “That’s ridiculous though!” Another man shouted. Robert let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s the best shot we’ve got. The only shot we have, and I won’t let my brother’s death be in vain.” My heart felt heavy as realization dawned on me. “For Kenmur!” I shouted. Everyone joined in. Shouting the names of those onced loved, now