It was 1775 near Lexington, Massachusetts. Taxes and redcoats had caused turmoil throughout the land. “I should know, I was there.” “I am Gray, John’s horse.” One day John came home upset about redcoats and taxes. He told Sarah, his wife, that he had joined the minutemen and they were hiding ammunition in Concord. That evening John babbled about the British and how they were on their way to seize the store of ammunition. John said his goodbyes and off we rode all the way to Concord. We met twenty-seven minutemen there. We waited what seemed like forever, but in reality, it was only about fifteen minutes to see the arrival of what was the greatest force I had ever seen. The redcoats numbered over 700, an intimidating force. Captain John
