I spent the afternoon checking my weapons and gear one more time. I checked all of the M1 clips and made sure the ammo was seated completely so I wouldn’t have a round sticking out so far it wouldn’t seat in the magazine. Then, I checked my AR magazines and ensured they were all loaded. I did the same with my pistol magazines. Then, I checked my vest and everything attached to make sure everything was secure, canteen cover filled with food and my Camelback full of water. I also grabbed some Gatorade packets and put them in my pockets and put some bottles of water in my pack. I also checked my flashlights to make sure the batteries were good. Never know when you might need a good light. I checked my knives and my bayonets to ensure they were sharp and pulled easily from the scabbards. I really hoped I would not have to use a bayonet. I would be in bad straits if that were the case. I highly doubt I’ll have to worry about that but you never know.

I climbed in the truck and turned on the CD player to listen to some music for awhile. I put in the Amy Grant Christmas CD I had and listened to Christmas music. Don’t ask, I just like Christmas music sometimes. I listened for about an hour and got out to clean up and change clothes. I took some baby wipes and cleaned up first and then heated up some water in a canteen cup and shaved. That felt really good since I hadn’t shaved since I arrived. Amazingly, I didn’t cut myself. Usually, I shave in the shower because if I shave at the sink, I cut myself up pretty badly. Somehow, I managed to avoid it this time.

Now clean, I pulled out a fresh uniform, put my name tape, US Army, rank, unit and combat patch on the ACU top. I wish I had gotten to do the Appleseed and earn a Rifleman patch before I got here. That would have been ironic to have gotten to wear a Rifleman patch at the battle at the North Bridge. That would really be something! Oh well. I finished putting on my uniform and put on my IOTV along with my weapons and ammo and headed up to the house. My ACH was dangling from a D ring hooked to the outside of my vest. No one was outside when I got to the house. I knocked on the door and CPT Davis answered. He was surprised to see all of the gear I was carrying but he didn’t stare long. I entered the house and took everything off and put it behind the door. I gave him the Beretta and six magazines, all loaded with 115 grain hollow-points. He set the pistol and ammo down on the table and told me to sit down.

“Please, be seated SGT Taylor. Supper is almost ready.”

He sat down next to me and said, “I spoke to Mrs. Davis about what should transpire tonight and tomorrow. She is quite upset about my impending death, of course, but I showed her the iron plate and explained to her how you are going to help us with your weapons. That calmed her somewhat, but she is still quite disturbed. She can be quite a contankerous woman when she puts her mind to it. I do hope I come home tomorrow in one piece.”

“So do I, sir, so do I. To tell you the truth, I’m pretty nervous about everything myself. I’ve never been in a battle before, especially not one 235 years in my past. I wonder how my being here has already changed my future. I still question whether or not this is the best thing for me to do but there's no way I could just sit back and do nothing when I have the means and the knowledge to get involved and make a difference. I can only hope everything goes well for us and that history is changed for the better and not for the worst.”

“I do hope you are right, my friend. Of course, no matter what happens, it is my future that is being shaped. I know nothing of your future so I cannot say whether you being here is right or wrong. It just is. So, I can only make the best of it and hope that your being here is by divine providence. Supper is ready, how about we take the last few minutes tonight to give thanks for our blessings and enjoy this fine meal?”

“Sounds good to me, sir. I certainly will enjoy the food since I don’t know when I’ll get to eat well again. I don’t imagine we’ll be gone for more than a day, but you never know.”

CPT Davis offered thanks for the food and then spooned up the stew. Rabbit this time, caught by the oldest son’s snares once again. I really do need to talk to that boy. I really need to learn how to set up good snares. They are more effective than actively hunting for critters. With snares, you can just set them and leave them for a few hours. Hopefully, when you come back through, you will have caught something. Maybe I’ll be able to do that when things calm down some after tomorrow. We’ll see.

We didn’t talk much while we were eating, other than small talk. We talked more about the truck and my gear I had with me but we didn’t talk about the next day’s events or the future. I was glad of that since I didn’t want to talk about it anyway. I was getting more nervous as time went on and I’d rather think about something else.

We finished eating and CPT Davis said it was time we went into town to their house. When the alarm came, we would be there to hear it. Odd, now that I think about it. History records that CPT Davis was home with his family. This house is not his, so I wonder what he is doing out here? Maybe in my history, they went home before the events of April 19th. Interesting…..

We saddled the horses and headed out. CPT Davis kissed his wife and kids good-bye and didn’t cry. Can’t say I did the same, though. Although I hoped events would be changed, I couldn’t help but think this is the last time they might see their husband and father. I would do everything I could to ensure that didn’t happen, but I couldn’t guarantee it wouldn’t. I hoped it wouldn’t.

We set out at around 1930 or so and made it to his house at 2020. We walked the horses rather than trot since it was dark and we were in no rush. I don’t remember what time the alarm came, but it fairly early in the morning. We decided we would try to get some sleep and wake up around 0400. I set my alarm on my watch and laid there in one of the kids beds. I don’t remember which one but I think it was probably the oldest sons. I remember thinking about my cousin and his family and how I wish I was there now. I also thought back to my dream last night and wondered again who the girl was. She was cute and really interested in me like I was interested in her. It would be nice to dream about her again…..

I fell asleep sometime after 2300 and gratefully didn’t wake up until my alarm went off. I don’t remember dreaming anything, unfortunately, and I for sure didn’t want to get up. I woke up CPT Davis and then went to the bathroom. It was chilly this morning and I was shaking so much I’m surprised I didn’t make a mess everywhere. I went back in the house and put on my fleece and then started some water heating on the fire. I built a small fire in the fireplace since we wouldn’t be there that long before we had to leave. CPT Davis walked by on his way out to the privy and said there was tea in the cupboard. I didn’t drink tea so I figured I’d just drink some Gatorade and eat a granola bar. I wanted water to shave with, not drink. I put some on for his tea and then some for my shaving water. CPT Davis came back inside and said he would shave as well since he had time and he knew he was going to be leading troops. We both shaved our stubble and then he fixed some tea. He had a biscuit he brought from the other house and ate that for his breakfast.

We just finished when we heard a rider coming fast and yelling “To Arms! The Regulars are coming. Assemble and march to Concord.” CPT Davis ran out and confirmed the message and then came back in and grabbed his rifle. He fired it three times in Alarm. Militiamen ran out of their houses and began forming on the town green. I grabbed my gear and put it on. So much for a peaceful few minutes. At least we know everything was going down like history said.

We saddled the horses and lashed our gear to the outside. I slung my AR over my shoulder slung the M1 over the saddle. CPT Davis and I walked over to the assembled company and people stopped talking as we approached. I had more than a few guys staring at me as we approached. I heard a few talking about me and wondering if I was a British Regular or a soldier from another country. It was still dark so they couldn’t see everything about me.

“Gentlemen, as you have no doubt determined by now, we are being called out to assist the Concord and Lexington militia’s with an incursion by the British Regulars under General Gage. They left Boston at midnight last night with the intention of destroying military supplies and powder stored at both towns. They also intend to capture John Hancock and Samuel Adams. There is much more that can be discussed at a later time but for now, we must make haste and go to our neighbors aid.”

“As you can see, I have a guess with me. This is Sergeant Ryan Taylor of the Virginia militia. He was on his way to see a cousin in New Hampshire when he somehow ended up in my friend’s field. His quite aware of current events and what is going to transpire today. You can see from his clothing and equipment he is not a common man. As fortune would have it, he arrived only recently and is willing to help us in our cause. He will stay with me and will take orders from me and me only. You may speak to him if you like, but do not try to touch his equipment or take anything from him or off of his horse. Anyone who disobeys these orders will answer to me. Sergeant Edwards, form the men and let us march to Concord.”

With that, CPT Davis and I walked back to our horses. He told me he decided to walk at the head of the column and that I should walk with him. Well, if I was going to walk for 5 miles, I was going to take my IOTV off and let the horse carry it. I took it off and draped it over the saddle. I grabbed a bandolier of 30 round magazines and slung it crosswise over my head and had it hang on my left side. If something happened on the way there, at least I would have some ammunition if my horse ran off. I didn’t think anything would happen, though.

We set off at a brisk pace and I figured we would arrive in a little over an hour. Those guys could really march! Along the way, CPT Davis and I talked about what we would do when we arrived and how he would deploy the troops. Historically, they lined up on the hill with the other militias and then marched down to the North Bridge. That’s where CPT Davis was killed, historically, that is. Hopefully we would avoid that today.
He decided to do things the same way with the exception of this time he would be wearing his iron plate. I talked a bit with the few militiamen in the first rank. They were interested in where I came from and my weapons and equipment. I didn’t really get into my gear but I told them about where I was from. I didn’t tell them, when I was from, however. They were intensely curious about me and were not sure how I would do in battle. To tell you the truth, neither was I. We’d soon find out.

We arrived at the hill overlooking the North Bridge a little after 0800 and there were a few hundred men already there. We could see a fire in Concord and we could see the Regulars crossing the bridge. I could hear the militia officers debating what to do and finally they decided to confront the British. I put on my IOTV and weapons and walked over to CPT Davis. I told him I wanted to go out on the right flank of the militia column and get in among the trees overlooking the stream and the bridge. I did not want to be seen by the British and possibly be subject to undue amounts of fire, especially once I started shooting. I also told him I would be of better use away from the militia force as I could shoot much more accurately at a further distance than they could with their weapons. He agreed with me and shook my hand as I walked off.

This was it. No turning back now. The die had been cast and people had already died at Concord. I raised my AR up and looked through the scope. I could see what I guessed to be a British officer on horseback giving orders to his men. They were starting to pull up the bridge planks and form up in a firing line. It seemed to be a rather thin line though. I could see a few soldiers head out to the flanks but not many. Hopefully, they’d stay bunched up like that.

I reached a spot that looked to be a little over 200 yards from the British. I couldn’t tell if any of them had seen me but no one pointed or made any other move to show that they had. I found a pile of rocks with some nice soft grass behind them to lay down on. I had my knee and elbow pads on as well so it wasn’t all that uncomfortable. I took two bandoliers of AR magazines and three bandoliers of M1 ammo and laid them out next to and in front of me. I laid the M1 next to me on my pack. I looked through the scope again and the British were starting to shift around a bit. I looked at the militiamen and could see CPT Davis leading his troops to the bridge. I sure am glad we don’t fight that way anymore. Stupid way to fight, but they had to in order to mass their fires back then.

I was shifting my rifle back to the British when the first shot went off. To early! I wasn’t expecting it yet. Right after that, the British fired some more rounds and then a volley. I turned and looked at CPT Davis and he had staggered back into his first rank of troops but he was still on his feet. Yes! The plate worked! I wasn’t sure he would still be hit but evidently, my presence hasn’t really changed anything yet. However, that was about to change. Ok, find the officers and NCO’s first. Time to contribute to the fight for American Independence.

There was the LTC on his horse. He would be my first target. I wrapped my sling around my arm and centered the chevron on his chest. He was angled a bit away from me but he was still big enough I shouldn’t have a problem hitting him. I flipped the selector from Safe to Semi and let out my breath. I reached my natural respiratory pause and slowly squeezed the trigger. I felt the carbine jump and heard the recoil spring in my ear. Dang! Earplugs! I looked through the scope and the officer was down. No one looked my way so I don’t know if they didn’t hear me or they thought it came from the front. By now, the militia had started returning fire and British soldiers were falling. I quickly put in my earplugs and then raised the carbine back up to my shoulder. I found someone who was giving orders so I put the chevron on his chest and fired. He went down hard but was still moving. He was out of the fight so I didn’t shoot him again. I kept searching for anyone who was shouting or had a pistol and shot them in turn. I felt the bolt lock open so I hit the magazine release and dropped the magazine. I quickly replaced it with a fresh 30 round magazine and hit the bolt catch. By this time, the British were in a panic. I figured they’d taken at least twice as many casualties as they did historically. They still hadn’t fired anything at me but they knew something was different. They just didn’t know what.

Some of the British soldiers started running away. Then more, and finally all of the remainder fled toward the approaching British Grenadiers. I could see them coming, but they were still out of range. I could probably drop a few with the M1, but I didn’t want to waste the rounds to find the range. I counted thirty-seven dead or wounded British soldiers left at the bridge. Most were dead but there were at least nine or so wounded. I looked over at CPT Davis and he was still standing along with almost all of his men. It looked like he had two men down, but both were only wounded. It looked like one caught a round in the upper leg and the other in the side. Hopefully, they won’t lose limb or life.

It looked like the British had stopped their advance and were waiting to see what the militia was going to do. I figured the range to be around 600 yards but I couldn’t tell for sure. It might have been a little more but I don’t know. Some of the Militia turned and headed back to the hill about 300 yards behind the bridge. Another group headed across the bridge and took up positions behind a stone wall. This gave them the ability to fire into the flank of anyone trying to cross the bridge. It looked like CPT Davis was in this group. I picked up my stuff, along with my fired brass, and walked down to where CPT Davis was.

I looked at his chest and could see where the British bullet hit him. There was a large hole and what looked like smaller ones all around it. I’m guessing it was pieces of the bullet that splattered when it hit the iron plate. I said, “Sir, are you alright? I guess you did get hit after all.”

“Yes, Sergeant Taylor, I am fine. Thanks for your splendid idea to use this plate, I will live for awhile longer. Thank you; I owe you my life.”

I smiled and told him “You’re welcome. Now we’re even.”

He looked at me in puzzlement and said “Pardon me? I do not understand.”

“Sir, in my history, you gave your life for the cause of liberty. I just gave it back to you. You helped give me my freedom, so now, we’re even.”

“I see. I suppose, now, that history, as you know it, is forever changed. I hope it is worth it.”

“So do I, sir, so do I.”

i have to admit, this is one of the best stories i have read anywhere. please keep up the good work, and finish the story...... it would be a tragedy if it just gets forgotton and never finished, like so many other stories on here are.

excellent!

Whew!
One man with a rifle can change the world.

He rounded up the other militia commanders and held a small council of war. Between answering questions about me and my weapons and the astonishment they all showed at how the Regulars reacted, he could barely get them to discuss the day’s events and what was to unfold throughout the rest of the day. He finally got them settled down enough to discuss courses of action. CPT Davis motioned for me to come over with them so I picked up my rifles and walked over. After the introductions, he explained a little about who I was and what I knew about today’s events and the near future as it unfolded in my time. I don’t think most of them believed any of it but they did talk about their good fortune in whipping the Redcoats so far.

Since LTC Smith and many other officers and NCO’s were dead or wounded, the Regulars were in a state of confusion. Historically, they ate lunch in Concorde and then began the retreat march to Boston. They were engaged numerous times by the various militia companies and took and inflicted additional casualties. Now, however, I didn’t know what they were going to do. I continued to listen to the militia officers debate courses of action and finally CPT Davis made the point that no matter what they decided, there were going to be around 1000 additional Regulars marching to the rescue and if we didn’t decide something soon, we would have to fight them. He went on to suggest that they approach the remaining Regular troops under a flag of truce and ask for their surrender. If they chose not to surrender, he suggested they leave a small force on the hill overlooking the bridge in order to keep the Regulars from retreating across it. The remaining militia companies should march toward the Regular relief force led by LTG Percy and ambush the column. I would, of course, be part of the ambush and CPT Davis wanted to have he and I both using my rifles to inflict large amounts of casualties in a short time. I mentioned to him that if we were to do this, he and I needed to be a 200-300 yards or more from the column and away from the main body of militia troops. I did not want to be mixed in with the remainder and exposed to large amounts of British fire. I also told him we needed to find a place with good cover and concealment because if the Regulars found us, they could mass their fire on us and make it very uncomfortable. To counter this, we needed good, solid cover and also a place to displace to alternate positions. I also was wary of the artillery Percy had with him. I know they are inaccurate and short ranged by modern standards, but they were a big threat to us in that environment. I certainly didn’t want to give the artillerymen time to set up and fire their guns at us.

I was not sure where the relief column was at the moment, but since it was getting close to 1100, I knew they couldn’t be far. I requested permission to ride out and recon the route they were taking in order to find them and scout a good ambush site. I asked CPT Davis if I could take a few men with me in order to leave behind some security and warn us if they arrived earlier than expected. He granted me permission and I chose four men from Acton’s militia. Their names were John McHune, Jeremiah Long, Adam Daniels and Moses Browning. I started to ask Mr. Browning if he was a gunsmith but we didn’t have time for chit-chat. None of them had horses so they asked around to the men of other militia’s if they could borrow horses and they found some mounts. We took off riding hard in order to find the column as quickly as we could. I wish I had a picture of me riding a horse while decked out in modern body armor and weapons.

We were just starting down a hill when we sited the column’s advance guard. We pulled up and dismounted on the east side of the road. We tied the horses to some trees farther back in the woods and crept up to better positions to observe. We were about two miles from the Regulars and I estimated there were probably 700-800 men. Looking through the ACOG, I could see LTG Percy, or who I thought was him anyway, riding with other officers at the head of the main body with the artillery trailing about two-thirds of the way back. The advance guard was several hundred yards ahead of the main body and I noticed flankers on each side. We’d have to be careful of them.

The four men with me were nervous at seeing so many Regulars headed our way. I couldn’t blame them because I was nervous about it too. I told them now that we knew where they were, we could go back and find a good ambush site and give them a good whollup! We observed for a few more minutes and then mounted up and rode back toward the militia waiting at Concorde. Originally, Percy made it to Lexington and stopped. I don’t know what he would do now, but if we were going to ambush him before he got to Lexington, we’d have to hurry. I don’t think we could have made it in time but as it turned out, we didn’t need to.

On the way back, we found a nice spot that would be perfect for an L shaped ambush. I told McHune and Daniels to stay here and watch for the column, but especially for flankers sent through the woods. I gave them a five point contingency plan that said we were going back to the main militia body to bring them back to this point. I also told them we should be back in a couple of hours if everything went well. Wishful thinking was more like it. I told them if we weren’t back in two and a half hours, to head back to the main body and report what they’d seen. If they were found and/or fired upon, they were to escape and get back to the main body and report. If we were fired upon, they were to report back to CPT Davis with word of what happened. They agreed to everything and found some good positions from which to observe the road. Before I left, I told them to take detailed notes of anything they see that might be related to the Regular column. They didn’t have paper and pencil, obviously, but they had good memories, or so they said.

Myself, Browning and Long headed back to the main body at Concorde. When we arrived, we found the officers still debating what to do. LTC Smiths force was still in Concorde and had made no move to leave. They also rebuffed the militia’s attempts to contact them under truce. CPT Davis said they didn’t shoot the officers trying to enter the town, but they warned them off and would not allow them entry. Oh well. Guess we’ll have to deal with them later. I gave CPT Davis my report of what we saw and my recommendations the ambush. He said he liked the idea but didn’t think the other officers wanted to carry it that far. He said they had been arguing over whether or not to inflict too many more casualties on the British and that they thought they might be able to end the conflict peacefully if they left the remainder alone. I couldn’t believe it! After everything that happened so far, they were wavering now? I started to argue with CPT Davis, but he reminded me that he wanted to ambush them and he was on my side but was only one officer among many. I shook my head and told him I knew it, but it was frustrating.

We walked over to the group of officers and listened to them arguing. I guess BG William Heath arrived and took over command of the militia forces. He wanted to surround Percy’s force and harass them with long range fire. He started issuing orders to the various militia commanders and I jumped in. “Sir, I’m SGT Taylor of the Virginia militia. I know you don’t know me and I’m just a sergeant, but I just got back from a reconnaissance of LTG Percy’s column and I found a place that would be an ideal ambush point. We could hit them and hit them hard enough that he might disengage and turn around. Either that, or we could take his whole force with as many troops as we’re getting in. Why mess around with them with long range hit and run tactics when we have a chance to take his whole column out?”

He was looking at me and wondering who I was and why a Sergeant was addressing a General Officer in such a manner. He finally spoke and said, “Sergeant, I don’t know who you are or why you are here all the way from Virginia, but I have spoken with Mr. Warren regarding our tactics and what our goals are in this matter. I have made a decision and I have no need to justify my reasoning to you. You are out of order and I will not have you speak to me in such a manner again. Do you understand, Sergeant?”

I just looked at him and said I understood perfectly. I turned around and found CPT Davis. “Sir, I’m going back to get my guys. I left them there to observe and report with the expectation we would be coming to set up the ambush. I’m not leaving them out there to get killed or captured because this clown wants to play nice with the Brits. I’ll be back afterwhile. I don’t know what’s going to happen now but I’m going to do whatever I can to hold them up. Now, I’m not going to try to be a hero, but this guy is going to get people killed just because he doesn’t want to kill too many Regulars. I understand where he’s coming from in his mind, but I know what’s coming and I know how the British are going to behave in this war. We need to take out as many as we can while we can. It would be great if you can convince them of that but until then, I’m going to go see what I can do.”

I’d had enough. I didn’t know what I could do by myself, and I wasn’t going to get myself pinned down and hopefully not killed or capture, but I was so angry that I had to get out of there and do something. I hit the woodline and drank a bit of water and then mounted up and headed back to my guys. I found a couple places that would be good for me to set up and give me a clear line of fire for several hundred yards. I could put the horse behind some good cover and there were several routes of retreat that would keep me under cover. Small rises of land and some creeks would keep me hidden from the Brits while I made my way back to the horse.

I made it to McHune and Daniels and the column was still several hundred yards away. It seems they stopped to rest for about an hour before they resumed the march. The flankers were still out and that worried me but I told them to get their stuff and leave. We walked back to the horses and they told me what they’d seen. They said the flankers came in and another group went out to replace them when the column stopped. The advanced guard was pretty close to them but down under a small hill where I couldn’t see them. The cannons were still in the back 2/3rd of the column and the guy we think is LTG Percy is riding around talking to various officers. Wish I could hear what he’s saying but either way, it doesn’t really matter. I don’t plan on letting him make it through the day. It’s tough to admit that and it’s not pleasant, but that’s the way of it.

We got to the horses and headed back to Concorde. I stopped at one of my ambush sites and told the guys what I was going to do. I told them to tell CPT Davis where I was and I didn’t know when I would be back. I also told them to tell him if I don’t make it back to the main body by tonight, don’t come looking for me until after the Regulars were gone. I didn’t want him to get caught while looking for me.

McHune and Daniels rode away and I grabbed my rifles and an MRE. I crawled up to my perch and got comfortable. I checked out my field of fire and made sure there was nothing in my way to interfere with my field of view. I had to clear a few low lying branches from some trees, but 20 minutes later, I was ready. I broke out the MRE, Beef Stew, and ate it. I ate everything except the dairy shake. Beef Stew is probably my favorite MRE, as much as an MRE can be a favorite anyway.

It was probably around 1500 when I saw the advance guard coming over a far hill. I could see flankers on the west side but not the east. I’d have to be careful that they didn’t get behind me. I was watching through the scope and picked out LTG Percy again. He was going to be my first target if I could wait long enough to get him in range. I waited for half an hour before the column was close enough to think I could hit him. I estimated the range to be about 600 yards which was a pretty long shot for an AR. Now that I knew which one was the general, I laid the AR aside and picked up the M1. I adjusted the rear sight to 600 yards and got ready to fire. And before you ask, yes, I did set the elevation knob to correspond with the correct numbers. I read up on how to do it and zeroed and adjusted it several weeks prior to my departure. Anyway, I put the front sight on the Generals chest, took a deep breath, let it out, and squeezed the trigger. Miss! They all reacted but didn’t know where to look. The general looked around but didn’t make any other move. I squeezed a second round off and this time the round connected. He caught a 150 grain M2 ball round in the chest and tumbled from his horse. I started shooting other officers on horses and six rounds later, had hit five additional British soldiers. The clip ejected with a Ping and I immediately loaded another eight round clip. By now, the Regulars had a decent idea of where I was and fired a volley in my direction. The rounds were way too short to be of any worry to me so I kept shooting. I started to get concerned about the flankers since I couldn’t see them and I figured it was probably time to displace. I was further encouraged by a large puff of smoke and a very loud boom impacting the hillside below me. I was so caught up in shooting the soldiers and worrying about the flankers, I didn’t pay any attention to the artillery. They had enough time to bring up the pieces and unlimber them and were now shooting at me with them. A six-pounder isn’t much, but when it’s shooting at you, it sure looks and sounds a lot bigger. I crawled back out of my hide and got down in a creek and then stood up to run back to my horse. I left my brass and clips but I still had plenty of ammo. I slung the M1 on my back and started jogging back towards where I had my horse tied.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something red and then a big boom. Then I felt something hit me in the side and knocked me down. I hit hard and laid there stunned for a few seconds before I realized I’d better get up or something worse was going to happen. I’d dropped my AR15 when I was hit and it was laying a few feet away. I looked up and saw two British soldiers running towards me yelling. Both had bayonets on their muskets and were going to run me through. I guess these guys were part of the flanking group on the east side. I didn’t have time to grab my AR or the M1 so I came up on my left knee, reached down to my right leg and pulled out my .45. I flipped the safety off, lined up the front sight on the closest guy and shot him twice. He went down hard and I switched to the second guy. He was wide-eyed and had his musket raised up above his head getting ready to stab me. I shot him three times as I rolled away from him and he landed on my left leg. Luckily, he didn’t break it or anything. I quickly got back up and scanned the area for more threats and could see two more British Soldiers about seventy-five yards away. I unslung my M1, lined up the sights and shot both of them with two round each. The bullets hit high and did massive damage to their heads. At that point, I realized I didn’t reset the rear sight and it was still sighted for 600 yards. I quickly clicked the rear sight down to 200 yards and reslung the rifle. I reached down and picked up my AR15 and ran to the horse. He was more than ready to leave. I quickly mounted and then turned and took off toward Concorde.

I figured I’d shot somewhere between thirty and forty Regulars before I bugged out. I had no idea how many I killed but it didn’t really matter. They were out of the fight either way. I hoped I’d slowed them down enough for the militia main body to get their act together and decide to hit them hard. I’d at least give CPT Davis a run-down on what I’d done and let him tell the General. Hopefully he’d change his mind and go hit them hard enough they would either turn back or surrender.

I also looked down at my left side and saw the damage the musket ball had done. It hit my side plate and pretty much just splattered. I hoped it didn’t crack the plate, but I figured it probably did. It had enough force to knock me down and if it hadn’t been for the plate, I would be breathing. Luckily, too, my arm wasn’t down when it hit. I had a nice, big hole in my plate carrier pouch now but that’s better than a nice, big hole in me!

That's Awesomely Good

Not bad for an amateur

Please continue..

I just found this a couple of hours ago. Thank you for a very interesting read so far!

May we have moar?

Wow, that's high praise! Glad you like it.

Thrilled you picked this up again Redleg!
Keep going

I had a membership when I started, but just let it lapse. The only thing I really looked at was the Team GD. I'll get more out when things calm down a bit. Promise.

Just saw this, very nice. Looking forward to some more