“Three Cheers for Sure Shot Tim”… “Three Cheers for Sure Shot Tim”…You ever stop and think of what goes on during your day. My name Timmy Murphy, and I just shot a considerable dint in the British Empire. We as colonial soldiers never celebrate much, and I don’t want to ruin the mood. This morning I was ecstatic to be part of General Morgan’s Rifleman on defend the Upstate New York area, now I’m far from a party mood. I’m not much for glory or fame for the job of a soldier. My country is the only reason I signed up…and those Indians that plague us every day in our country, but that neither here nor there. I guess I’m a pretty good shot, but that’s god given where I come from. Nobody survives a frontiersman without being a good hunter. The setting
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Those British rifles can’t even scratch our Kentucky Long rifles, but I had something a little different. I knicked a special rifle off our earlier battles in Boston before we came here, a double barrel musket. People keep telling me the rifle is called a Golcher, but all I know is it sure does feel comfortable in my hands. The Golchers a little harder to aim compared to the Kentucky long rifle, Kentucky’s have something called rifling to make them so accurate. I love this gun thought. General Burgoyne army is coming from the south side of Canada, nerveless this gives us infantry time to set up camp. I do wonder what my wife and kids are up to. To protect them, family members of the army are force to camp several miles away from the conflict. Pondering on my family is my favorite past time during the dull moments of combat. The other men have it easy, while they spend time reading and writing letters. I never learned how to write even the smallest words, and reading might as well be sorcery to me. The little time we had to relax was cut short as one of the spotters yelled in the distance, “RED …show more content…
That’s British talk for, “Were really good at ticking them off.” The more they come forward the more we retreat backwards and pick off at a distance. Cleaver math in my opinion, but I’m too busy trying to catch up to everyone’s total to admire the plan. The Brits reach half way through New York before stopping to reinforce their position. I guess they got tired of trying to catch up to us. Captain Arnold began to rally the troops to begin the assault, only for the Brits to be doing the same. Nothing made Captain Arnold as mad, as the British General that began racing down the British defenses line in attempt to raise moral on his gray horse. Our favorite Captain Arnold grabbed Captain Morgan by his soldiers and began to lay orders for the mortuary for this British Captain. They say that British General name Simon Fraser, and apparently a big wig for the British Red
Those British rifles can’t even scratch our Kentucky Long rifles, but I had something a little different. I knicked a special rifle off our earlier battles in Boston before we came here, a double barrel musket. People keep telling me the rifle is called a Golcher, but all I know is it sure does feel comfortable in my hands. The Golchers a little harder to aim compared to the Kentucky long rifle, Kentucky’s have something called rifling to make them so accurate. I love this gun thought. General Burgoyne army is coming from the south side of Canada, nerveless this gives us infantry time to set up camp. I do wonder what my wife and kids are up to. To protect them, family members of the army are force to camp several miles away from the conflict. Pondering on my family is my favorite past time during the dull moments of combat. The other men have it easy, while they spend time reading and writing letters. I never learned how to write even the smallest words, and reading might as well be sorcery to me. The little time we had to relax was cut short as one of the spotters yelled in the distance, “RED …show more content…
That’s British talk for, “Were really good at ticking them off.” The more they come forward the more we retreat backwards and pick off at a distance. Cleaver math in my opinion, but I’m too busy trying to catch up to everyone’s total to admire the plan. The Brits reach half way through New York before stopping to reinforce their position. I guess they got tired of trying to catch up to us. Captain Arnold began to rally the troops to begin the assault, only for the Brits to be doing the same. Nothing made Captain Arnold as mad, as the British General that began racing down the British defenses line in attempt to raise moral on his gray horse. Our favorite Captain Arnold grabbed Captain Morgan by his soldiers and began to lay orders for the mortuary for this British Captain. They say that British General name Simon Fraser, and apparently a big wig for the British Red