Personal Narrative: My Diary Of The American Revolution

The night of April, 18, 1775 I was abruptly woken up by some random man running through Boston yelling “The British are coming, the British are coming!” I was not very happy of getting less than a hour of sleep. This weird man came through around 10:30 PM and woke everyone in the town from there sleep. At first when I heard him say that phase I did not know what he meant by it. I then gathered with my neighbors outside and was told if I wanted to fight the British I had to sign my name on the books in the city hall later that evening. When I went to that meeting later that night they told me to go home get a pound of bread a flask of water and my gun, and to also get a little rest and when the drums sound go stand on the green. So I went home and rested a little and then said my goodbyes to little Johnny and Benjamin. Until we all heard the drums. I then went with my
We stood there for a while until we heard drum beating and the horses tapping. I started to get nervous about what was going to happen because I wasn't any fighter or hessian that were born to fight, all I wanted was for the colonies to be independent. We all watched the British march up all proud and strong and get in a perfect line. We stared at each other for a while, then out of nowhere someone fires the first shot and everything went insane. People were firing and smoke was everywhere, it seemed as if I was in a dream with soft clouds and happiness but no I was in the exact opposite. I needed to get out of there before I died so I ran as fast as I could into the woods where no one thankfully ever found me. I was so grateful that I survived because about 10 did die. I am so thankful for my life now that i have experienced war, war is a terrible thing but it is the only way to defeat the british. I sure hope you join us next time. Just know this is just the beginning and it is about to get a lot uglier. I hope you have had a great