The war was upon us.
The weather was gloomy. It has been rainy and foggy all day. It is difficult to see in front of the troops. We have arrived in Long Island, New York.
After a couple of miles and walking, we reconvened with the other troops. There must be about 10,000 solders. We are anxiously waiting for what is to come next.
They began shooting, relentlessly. Next to me my fellow solders were being shot left and right. John was shot. He went down, but slowly began walking. He had been shot in the arm. We camped out in what the commander called, Jamaica Pass. The sound was unforgettable. The are clearly outnumbering us. They are better prepared with more weapons and armor.
God bless us.
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