Bullets whizzed past my head as I ran away from the action towards a nearby spring to fill my now empty pitcher. I had to make countless trips back and forth from the battlefield to this little safe haven. I crouched near the water's edge and filled up the pitcher. I peeked through the reeds and watched as men fired cannons. I took a deep breath and stood up. I ran back towards the battle field, water dripping down my hand. I spotted a soldier lying on the ground either taking cover from britishes fire or injured. I ran towards him. I stumbled over a fallen soldier's leg. Water sloshed out of the pitcher onto my hand. It was June 28, 1778 and I was in the Battle of Monmouth. My job was to carry pitchers of water to soldiers. When the Revolutionary War began, my husband William, enlisted and became a gunner in the Pennsylvania Artillery. It was a brutally hot day and I was pregnant.
Sweat dripped down my face and stained my clothes. I was out of breath by the time I reached the soldier now I recognized as John. He was a man my husband had became friends with. He reached up for the water. He was sitting on the muddy ground gasping for air. I could tell he was about to pass out from heat exhaustion. Dozens of men had passed out and even died from the dangerous heat.
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He slowly stands up and picks up his gun from the ground. I turn away and scan the battlefield trying to spot William. I squint my eyes confused. I don’t see him. I look towards where he was and there is only a cannon. I sprint towards the cannon. I see a body slouched on the ground. I slowly realize it’s William. I close my eyes for a second taking a shaky breath. I squat down next to him and try to pour some water in his mouth. His eyes open into tiny slits and I sigh in relief. I drizzle some more water into his mouth then trot over to the cannon and dump the rest of the water on it to cool it down.I know what needs to be
Sweat dripped down my face and stained my clothes. I was out of breath by the time I reached the soldier now I recognized as John. He was a man my husband had became friends with. He reached up for the water. He was sitting on the muddy ground gasping for air. I could tell he was about to pass out from heat exhaustion. Dozens of men had passed out and even died from the dangerous heat.
He …show more content…
He slowly stands up and picks up his gun from the ground. I turn away and scan the battlefield trying to spot William. I squint my eyes confused. I don’t see him. I look towards where he was and there is only a cannon. I sprint towards the cannon. I see a body slouched on the ground. I slowly realize it’s William. I close my eyes for a second taking a shaky breath. I squat down next to him and try to pour some water in his mouth. His eyes open into tiny slits and I sigh in relief. I drizzle some more water into his mouth then trot over to the cannon and dump the rest of the water on it to cool it down.I know what needs to be