Children of the American Revolution

The only thing I can think about is food. I don’t think I can remember the feeling of having a full stomach, or my thirst quenched. Even the feeling of strength, of movement has left me. There’s no getting those feelings back until the war is over. The only thing that can be truly felt is the burn of the cold, and the fear. The fear is everything, consuming my thoughts, vision, and blurring the days together. It’s almost strong enough to overpower the hunger and thirst. I fear for my family’s safety, their sanity. My mother has started to go mad from the stress of taking care of my two younger sisters and myself. The war has stolen many things from my family; my father, brothers, home, everything. Even the sky is crying for us as it smudges my writing and blurs my vision even more.
Through the sound of the thundering rain and howling wind, an ear-piercing scream slices through the air. Never in my life have I heard a sound quite like this one. It’s the type of scream that’s so desperate and horrific that its cuts right through your body and down to your soul and shakes the life out of it. Just on time, the well-known Virginian winds whipped open the door to the privy to let me out into the blasting wind. Through the rain and sleet assaulting my face, I heard the terrible scream rip through time and space again. Right away, my feet start taking off without me, trying to reach the main house, to my family. Through the raging storm, I can see the blue side door come into view, or the spot that used to be where the blue door was.
In its place was a red box. With my name on it. By the time I reached the doorway, my whole body was covered in mud from tripping over tree stumps and slipping on slick grass. When I looked down at my dress, ...

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All the soldier did in return was let out a harsh bark and shoved open the door to the first room on the second floor. When he saw me standing there, eyes wide, hair wild, he shoved my mother, two sisters, and myself down the stairs and into separate rooms on the first floor. Since there are only four rooms there, we took up all the rooms, the soldier with my mother. Through the thin walls I could hear him telling her to cook him a meal and give him a room to stay to have good strength for the battle coming to my town the next morning. But he was wrong about the timing.
The commotion of two marching armies and drummers drowned out what the soldier was yelling at my mother. Then it all stopped and the drummers let out the battle start rhythm. Then it started and flashes like fireworks went off everywhere, right in the middle of town. There was a bang, then nothing.