town to get some much-needed supplies, as our supplies had been depleted by the long winter. When I walked passed the customhouse, I saw the usual crowd gathered around giving the redcoats hell. I must confess, that on occasion I would participate in this juvenile behavior, however on this occasion I had little time, for my wife was waiting for me to return with the supplies. After I got what I needed from the store, I headed back on the road, which passed by the customhouse, and I was surprised with the high level of intensity emitting from the crowd. It seemed more antagonistic than normal, and then it happened, either the redcoats had just had enough or they feared that this time the riot was getting out of control, and they fired into the crowd. Needless to say, the crowd quickly dispersed. The next day the talk of the town was how the soldiers had massacred the town’s people. I knew this was not right. I had been there, and it certainly did not happen the way, Mr. Adams, said it did. However, at the time I cared little, for I beginning to dislike Britain anyway, but it started to make me question the motives of those who were pushing us into war. Tension between the colonies and Britain seemed to be mounting higher daily. On April 19, 1775, the battle at Lexington began as the British were marching to Concord to capture our military supplies, in order to prevent us from defending our state and ourselves. They would not take them freely, as my fellow minutemen in Lexington stood between the British and their target. The inevitable happened, shots were fired, and do to their supreme numbers the British quickly broke through the few minutemen that were there, and headed for Concord. The men in Concord were ready for them, and stood their ground, causing the British to retreat to Boston. As they marched back to Boston, militias waited to ambush them as they passed by. They were to pass near our farm, and many of u...
