Henry Is Gone Deadly American Monologue

Henry is gone. Dead. In the same place as my mother.
I watched him die, my eyes wide and my heart shattered. The musket hit him in the chest, and he fell into the muddy earth. I could not stop to see if he was alright. I must keep going, keep shooting.... I mustn't cry, Von will scold me, Von Steuben will slap me.

Nothing could hurt more than losing a friend such as Henry, however. I'd have taken fifty slaps from Von Steuben if Henry could somehow still be here today.

America was my cause. America. I couldn't forget that, or else all this trouble I went through would have been in vain. I no longer have a friend who knew my secret, but I still have the cause. I must get home, I must mourn him properly, I must see Gaspard....

Never again
I was plagued by nightmares. Sometimes I saw my father shoot Henry even though it would have been impossible to tell during wartime who shot who unless you were holding the rifle being shot.

I saw Henry's bloody face and my body would shake with tremors. I screamed.

I was soon sent to Lafeyette's quarters, for the other soldiers found me too much of a burden and thought that Lafeyette would stop the grieving.

"Garçon, change into your sleep clothes," he told me.

"Non," I whispered. I missed Gaspard even more now that I was with the Frenchman, and I had the pain of Henry still fresh in my mind. I did not need another attachment, another reason to
I doubted that this man was ever artistic or musical in his life... He is very strict and very tall, unlike Gaspard, who is gentle and never stands to his full height.

"I have lost many a soldier, garçon. Washington gave me my own troops to watch over and many of them are wounded and ill even today. The first ami is always the worst, garçon, but you must fight. You must always fight. Henry was a good soldier, good man, but he's just one out of the dozens of good men that we've lost, Thomas."

That was the first time I had been called Thomas instead of garçon by him.

Henry could call me Tabitha, though.

I let a tear leak out for my friend, my brother. I hope he's with his sister, and that God is allowing him to watch over me and the cause. The cause is more important than my life, now. If Henry can die for the cause, so can I.

If only I could somehow know how brave he felt in that moment, volunteering for the front lines like he did. I need to know....

I wait until the Marquis is asleep and I begin to write to Martha.

"Dearest sister, Martha,

I have lost a brother to this war. He was killed....."

I scrap that one and tears blur my vision.

"Dear