the battle of lexington and corncord

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It was mid afternoon on the eighteenth of April, in the year of our lord seventeen and seventy-five, A runner burst into Lieutenant colonel Francis Smith’s office, and hand delivers orders from the British upper command.

“Lieutenant colonel Smith, sir,” the courier stated in a loud, yet out of breath voice,” I have orders for you sir.”

Colonel Smith looks up and moves across the room. “Let me see those orders, Boy,” he said as he snatched the orders from his hands, quickly opened the sealed envelope and silently reads it. And rushes from the room into his back office where other officers were waiting on him, closing the door behind him.

“Well, gentlemen,” He said confidently,” What we all Knew would happen, actually has. These are our orders for an expedition, but there is no mention of where we are going or what our mission is. We all know what this means, do we not?”

The officers gathered there, seemed all to be in agreement.

“According to this,” he continued,” We will find all that info out before departure, as to avoid any information being discerned by spies.”

“So,” one of the officers spoke up,” Are we to think that there may be spies amongst our men, or even amongst us ourselves?”

“I do not know this,” He said as the colonel walked to the officer and placed his hand on his shoulder,” but I know each and every one of you in this room with me, and I know none of you is a spy.”

“Thank-you, sir, for your trust in us.” another officer spoke up.

“Well you have all earned it,” he said announcing it to the room,” Now let’s get ready to move out. Paul,” he said as he turned to one of the officers,” Let your stable boys know to rig the horses for battle.”

“Yes sir,” he answered as the officers dispersed and went about their duties of preparing their individual units for a battle that will soon be coming, leaving the colonel in the room with his aid decamp.

“Neville.” He said.

“Yes sir?” Neville answered as quickly as he could.

“This truly will be the start of war with these colonists here.”

“Oh yes sir,” Neville answered with a smile of confidence on his face,” Most definitely it will, but I have no problem thinking that we will routinely destroy them if they try.”

“Oh do not be so sure about that,” the colonel said with an unsure tone to his voice.

The colonel walked around his desk sat down, and leaned back in his chair.

“Do you doubt our military forces and their strength, sir?” Neville questioned.

“No not at all, over all we have the numbers to win, Neville, no doubt of that,” he continued,” but these colonists know the area better than we do and they have the terrain advantage.”

“Well, yes they do, colonel,” Neville said trying his best to bolster his commanding officers outlook of things,” But I am confident that we will be victorious against this rebellion, and then that’ll be the end of it and we can go home.”

The colonel chuckled a bit as he looked at Neville,” Do I wish that would be true Neville. But do not doubt it; this is just the beginning of this.”

Across the compound a stable boy, preparing the wagons and horses for this new mission, peter, a local boy of Boston, pressed into service with the red coats, was in the back of the stable, when a couple of British infantrymen came and stood in the door to the stable.

“Yeah mate, It looks like these bloody yank rebels are just about to get uppity with us.” one of the soldiers said.

The others agreed with him.

“I would not worry too much about these people here,” another spoke up,” they are no match for us.”

“When is it supposed to happen?” a third spoke up.

“The attack is sometime on the morrow,” the first one said.

All the while the stable boy, peter, listened to what was said while he kept working in getting the wagons and horses ready.

“I even hear tell that the grenadiers and light infantry are being brought in for this thing,” the third one said,” but at this time not even smith knows where we are going nor what the target is, it will be given just before we march, for security.”

“Good idea,” the first one spoke up,” can’t trust these colonists round here, they are not loyal to the crown as they should be.”

“hey, you lot!” a sergeant yelled at the soldiers,” We got to get ready! Now get back to work.”

The soldiers snapped to it, like a child who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Within seconds the stable was quiet again, as it was before, and the stable boy could move about unnoticed. He then slipped out and left the compound and made his way unseen to a house nearby.

Making sure he wasn’t seen , he walked up to the back door and knocked on the door, slowly the door opened wide and the boy stepped inside and the door closed behind him.

“mister Revere sir,” the boy stated softly,” I heard something that you might find interesting.”

“And, pray tell,” He answered with a slight bit of apprehension in his voice,,” what information do you have , young boy?”

Peter directly told him what the soldiers had said, and Paul rewarded this brave boy for the information, and sent him back to his post with strict orders to keep listening for information like this without raising suspicions about his actions. The boy agreed and then headed off back to the compound, and Revere headed off to pass on this information.

At approximately two of the clock in the afternoon, a couple of royal Marines came ashore and go to a local pub to have a a pint, and begin to talk about the orders to move troops in longboats across back bay to Cambridge.