My Revolutionary Secret

Have you ever wondered about the Revolutionary War? Or any war for that matter? What would drive someone to betray their family? I have. And I still do. Please tell me what you think of "My Revolutionary Secret"! I would really appreciate it. :)


3. A Different Kind of Life


June 5, 1814


Dear Mirror Mirror, can't you see, I would just like to run away from me?


The scar feels like an aging crescent to the rest of my smooth skin. Whispers of yesterday from years ago passes through the wind. It shakes me, brings me back to who I once was.


I was as perfect as a child could be and yet I yearned to break out of my shell, to peak into the world outside of my family’s estate. It all began when I was fifteen, when I began devising a plan so thorough and inventive that even my own loving parents could not stop me. Tiptoeing, I entered the treacherous shelf  of my brother’s clothes. Piles of clothing defiled the ground and fear hid behind me, but I stayed brave and marched on. When I was about to enter the bridge of disaster: his closet. Through the fog of body odor I snagged his breeches, coat, boots, and the family musket. From out the window a gunshot rang in my ears and my heart softened as the call of action beckoned for me. Slinking down the wood stairs faltering on my every move I just hoped to reach the double doors, the gateway to an eternity of dreams. Out my body went, feeling the cool winter’s breeze on my neck, trying to salvage what was left of my sanity. Freedom tasted sweeter than molasses on my ever-grateful tongue. If any of you, grandchildren, choose to take a similar path as I, please make sure that regret has no place in your life. The regret that encompassed me that moonlit evening felt alien and foreign, my belief that it didn’t belong was shattered when I realized it did. Regret is like a pipe’s smoke; it may fade before your eyes.


When I joined the Continentals, still not exposing my true self I felt like I was playing a role in a play. Acting every scene perfectly and coming up with each new line as necessary, I was the author and the character at the same time. But I still could throw in a little of myself into the show, too. Through two years of hardships, running throughout diverse camps of troops, mud, forests, blood covered battlefields, and town squares I learned to fend for myself. When you have been a part of the Battle of Trenton and witnessed those drunken Hessians believing they were going to win the Revolution, you gain a sense of pride. You begin to feel important, like you are part of something much bigger than yourself. A few weeks after this battle, came an event that changed my life. I remember it like it was yesterday, dawn creeping over the horizon behind our barracks, and my troops and I were still sleeping rifles at hand. The scent of surprise and shock filled are nostrils. It sung at our eyes and we awakened to a jolt when a bullet fired through the air. The sound is still ringing outside in the field. I jumped down from the bunk and searched the bewildered eyes of my bunkmates. I led them to the entrance of the barracks and we all put bullets in our rifles, prepared for anything the Redcoats had ready for us. My all time least favorite part of army life was the waiting, the dread and exhaust you feel while waiting is nearly unbearable. Even then your trepidation regarding what might be happening pounds you as if your heart is about to break.


         We moved silently around each barrack towards the door, anticipating the arrival of our enemies. My fear increased with each soundless step, each moment we listened for that second shot that would order us to the battlefield. And then, a single gunshot sounded through our camp. I nearly jumped out of my skin and ran faster than a wolf to the grassy plain. To this day, I look out the window expecting to see the British running with their firearms on one shoulder and knapsack on the other. One of my bunkmates fell to the ground, his head clanked against the unforgiving soil. I lifted him behind a hedge and used my jacket to try to stop the bleeding of his cold, listless body. Winter seemed to be his arch nemesis as I fought against the falling snow. Courage wasn’t going to help me and I almost stopped trying to save him, as the situation seemed beyond repair. To my disbelief, he started coughing and my eyes lit like a candle. A shocked expression flew onto my face as my surprise and a sense of reality engulfed my very being. Perseverance had been my best friend that day and his Father, Pride clung to me. My fellow soldiers smiled at me and a permanent grin stuck to my face like glue. They showered praise on me for some time after that as they realized I had saved his life.


Yours Truly,

A girl unknown



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