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Sunday, April 19, 2020

There's Only So Much a Free People Will Abide...


Two-hundred and forty-five years ago, on this day, a Wednesday, forces of His Royal Majesty, King George III, set forth from Boston to seize arms which the colonists had stored near Boston. The specific objective was the town of Concord. A distance of some twenty miles when measured from Boston Common.

The British would cross the Charles River in boats manned by sailors of the Royal Navy, so it was to be two lanterns shining from the tower of the Old North Church...
LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year. 
He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower, as a signal light, --
One, if by land, and two, if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country-folk to be up and to arm."
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It must have been an unpleasant start to a long day for those British soldiers and Marines. A day which, for many, would be their last.

I have written two fairly decent posts on that momentous event in American history. One in 2016 and another last year. I liked last year's post so much I thought I'd give it another airing this year. (You can read the older post here.)

That day in 1775 didn't mark the beginning of what would become the United States of America, but it did mark the day when people decided that enough was enough. They may not have intended to seek independence, but once blood had been shed by both sides, it was probably inevitable.

Would be tyrants should read their history. It may not repeat itself, but you might say it rhymes.

Sic Semper Tyrannis!


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Tom and Will Clark were brothers, Tom being the older by a year. Both had been farm hands in a small village in Essex, had been until they were old enough to escape that life and take the King's Shilling,

They were big lads, and strong from all that farm work growing up, so big and strong that they were made grenadiers. Elite soldiers, so they were told, who now stood shivering with the rest of their company on the shore of Boston's Back Bay. Waiting for the boats which would take them to the "mainland" as their company sergeant major, Bill Lewis, called it.

Neither brother knew whether it was very early in the morning or very late at night (both being damned near the same thing Tom thought). They only knew that while Spring had technically arrived, the nights and mornings still bore a sharp chill.

"Alright lads, steady, our boat's right there, let's go sailing!" Sergeant Major Lewis called out.

"Sarn't Major, haven't ye had enough of boats for the time being?" Will joked, all were well aware that the sergeant major had been sick as a dog the entire Atlantic crossing.

"That's enough out of you Will Clark! Move laddies, let's get aboard!"

The crossing was uneventful, the grenadiers stood quietly as the sailors rowed them across the water. When the boat finally grounded on the opposite shore, the men scrambled over the sides, into the cold water, and formed up quickly.

"My bloody boots are soaked through, this army life will be the death of me yet." Will grumbled to his older brother, hoping that the sergeant major hadn't heard him.

"Jesus Will, keep your voice down..." Tom Clark began, only to be interrupted by Sergeant Major Lewis, who missed nothing and heard everything in "his" company.

"So Will Clark, chattering like a magpie again are we? The army might not be the death of ye, but I swear that I will kill you myself if you don't shut your gob!"

"Yes, Sarn't Major, sorry Sarn't Major."

As Lewis turned and walked to the front of the company, to make sure the leftenant didn't make a complete hash of things, Will Clark stuck his tongue out.

"Stick it out again Clark and I'll have you flogged."

With that Will shut his mouth, wondering if the sergeant major was some sort of demon, the man never missed a trick.



The sun was well up before the assembled troops moved off, whereas it had been quite brisk before, as the dew evaporated in the bright sun it was growing quite hot. Nothing like a brisk march and a wool coat to warm a fellow up!

A small village green was just ahead, from his position near the flank of the column, Tom Clark could see there was a small body of men formed upon the green. In civilian clothing but he could see that these men were armed. "What deviltry is afoot this fine morning?" he wondered.

An officer rode out ahead of the column and directed the men to their left, ordering them from march column to line formation. When that maneuver was completed, the officer ordered the men to halt. The command rippled down the column behind them as well, repeated by each commander in turn.

Then the mounted man faced the grenadier company and ordered...

"Company will fix bayonets!"

The grenadiers reached back and gripped the sockets of their bayonets. Tom could see that his brother Will looked very pale, obviously he had seen the armed men as well.

"Fix!"

A ripple of movement down the line...

"BAYONETS!"

With bayonets now fixed, the grenadiers stood like statues, the officer wheeled his horse towards the men on the green and ordered them to lay down their arms and disperse at once, in the name of the King!

The armed civilians seemed to waver, ever so slightly. Tom could not understand how these few civilians, armed with what appeared to be older versions of the musket the grenadiers carried and not a few fowling pieces as well, thought they could withstand the might of the British Army.

Tom watched the officer turn his horse again and trot back to where the company was formed.

"Charge your BAYONETS!"

With a yell, the grenadiers threw one foot forward and leveled their muskets, bayonets at the ready. At that moment, Tom saw a puff of smoke, powder smoke, by a stone wall off to the right of the green. Then he heard the sharp buzz of a ball pass nearby. Dear Lord, they're shooting at us. Are they insane?

A number of men, Will included, fired off their muskets in the general direction of the slowly disappearing smoke.

"Hold your fire, hold your fire!" Sergeant Major Lewis screamed as he used his spontoon to slap some of the men's muskets up. Tom had never seen the man so furious. In an instant, the command was given to advance.

As the drums rolled, the grenadiers stepped off. A single, ineffective volley was fired by the civilians, many of them began to run.

"Company, HALT!"

"Present your firelocks!"

"FIRE!"

A volley rang out from the company line. Tom felt the big musket kick back against his shoulder as he immediately began to reload. As the smoke rolled away, he could see a number of the civilians down on the ground, some writhing in agony, some as still as the grave.

"Company will advance!"

The drums rolled and the grenadiers moved forward again. Many of the civilians had vanished into the houses surrounding the green. Some still stood, reloading.

"At them lads! Give 'em cold steel!" The officer on horseback shouted.

With a yell the grenadiers rushed forward. One or two of the civilians were bayoneted where they stood. Will pursued one man right to the door of one of the houses and bayoneted the man in the lower back. Will watched in shock as the man fell, Will's bayonet still in his back. There was so much blood.

Tom Clark rushed up and pushed Will aside. Grabbing his brother's musket, he placed a foot on the civilian's back and yanked back on Will's musket. As the man groaned and tried to rise, Tom handed Will's musket back to him, then pushed the wounded man back down.

"Stay still laddie, your fight's over."

The man tried to sit up, groaning, "Damned lobsterback bastard, rot in Hell!"

Shocked, Tom hit the man in the face with the butt of his musket, killing the wounded civilian.

"You had your chance mate, come on Will, we need to rejoin the company."

Will Clark was in shock, he had stabbed a man, then watched his brother kill him. What in the world was going on? This couldn't be happening, it's such a beautiful day. Why are we killing our fellow Englishmen?



The company quickly reformed and stepped off in march column once more. All along the road Tom could see men off in the distance, seemingly in a hurry to get somewhere. The march continued unopposed as the day grew hotter. Tom was worried about Will, he was quiet and seemed to be staring off into the distance, following the man in front of him without really paying attention.

They went into Concord, smashed up a number of cannon carriages and caissons, a couple of the lads set fire to a haystack. It all seemed like great fun, though Tom was wondering what they were going to do next. The officers all seemed angry, apparently what they had marched out of Boston for was not to be found, at least not in the quantities the officers seemed to expect.

Reforming, the column moved off down the road they had come into Concord on. Not far away Tom heard musket fire, serious musket fire, volleys were being exchanged close by, though he couldn't see where.

Tom began seeing bodies of formed men on the nearby ridge lines and moving parallel to the road they were on, some of the older men, the veterans. were looking a bit worried. It seemed to Tom that a war might be starting this very day, were these men insane?

As the company rounded a bend in the road, a volley rang out from behind a nearby stone wall. As Tom looked in that direction, he heard a high-pitched scream and saw their young leftenant pitch from his horse, blood staining the man's trousers nearly the same color as his jacket. The young man died before he hit the ground.

Sergeant Major Lewis quickly took control and ordered the men to face right and present their firelocks. As he ordered a volley, Tom saw nothing but smoke from where the civilians had fired from, they had vanished as quickly as they had appeared.

"Reload lads, quickly now!"

As men bit off cartridges, as ramrods rattled down barrels, another volley came from the opposite side of the road. More men in the company went down, some were unmoving, some were helped unsteadily to their feet as the Sergeant Major got the men moving again. They had to get out of this enclosed space and get to where they could form up properly and hit back.

The day went on like that, agonizing hour after hour, until they met up with more British troops coming up from Boston. The civilians, the rebels as one officer had called them, had faded back into the countryside. Leaving the King's troops battered, bloodied, and exhausted.

Tom and Will marched back to Boston, wondering what the day had meant. Wondering how their fellow Englishmen could hate them so. Will was changed, he was quieter, life wasn't so funny any more.

While Will had been shocked at how he had bayoneted a fellow human being earlier in the day, along the march he had gone from being confused to grimly determined. He had expended nearly all of the rounds from his cartridge box. Tom remembered watching his brother calmly load and fire throughout the long day, had remembered his brother's grunt of satisfaction as he saw at least one man go down when he fired.

Will was no longer the frightened boy he had been that morning, he was now a soldier.

War had come to the King's American possessions, again.

(Source)


30 comments:

  1. Don't know how I would have reacted looking at that line of regulars as the April sun shone down, but those stone walls would be the place to be. Push comes to shove the Declaration and Bill of Rights are some of the best words put to paper ever! The Source under that first painting leads to some interesting reading, thanks for that Sarge. Hope you're doing better.

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    1. It was certainly a day to remember.

      Feeling better today, the sunny skies help a lot!

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  2. We should have brought air support.

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    1. Gage didn't plan all that well in that case.

      😉

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    2. Meh, your short range fighters could never touch the speed and power of our Freedom Fighters (well, discounting that whole WWI thingy where our planes sucked rocks and we had to buy them from the French. But afterwards....)

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    3. One should ALWAYS bring air support!

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    4. Beans - The best American fighter of WWII was powered by a British engine. No, the P-47 was NOT the best fighter of WWII. Subjective yes, but their is evidence to back that up. Like, "Who can fly all the way to Berlin and back?"

      Just sayin'

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    5. juvat - They didn't even have much cavalry in the Revolution, the ancestors of the fighter jock.

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    6. Um, that would be later versions of the P-47, so I deny your fanboi-ness on the edge of becoming otaku over the Mustang.

      Real fighters used radial engines. The Wildcat, the Thunderbolt, the Bearcat, the Corsair.

      Or used two in-line engines...



      :0 :)

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    7. Nope. That's all I have to say, compare the records, note what the mission of 8th Air Force was, and the P-47 falls short.

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  3. Hey AFSarge;

    Kinda appropriate that the "Shot heard 'round the world" happened around this time and now we have the latest group of big government types trying to get cute at the state capitals. But back in 1775 General Gage discounted the colonials method of fighting, the colonials had tailored their style to combating the indians.

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    1. All the tin pot dictators want the throw their "weight" around while we're distracted.

      They need to be real careful.

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  4. Hear, hear. As a popular meme with George Washington goes--"Me and my homies would be stacking bodies by now".

    Flying our Betsy Ross flag today.

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  5. Interesting map there. Since there wasn't a scale on it, I did a little google maps exercise. Within some percent error, it's a 20ish mile march/ride from Boston to Concord. That's a bit of a hike, especially with people taking pot shot's at you.

    On another note, I'm in agreement with MrGarabaldi on the similarity of circumstances of this historical event and those of today.

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    1. Yep, but of a hike.

      When government gets out of control, the people get antsy.

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  6. Best again by our enemies, we are, both foreign and domestic. I wonder where, and when, the next shot will be fired, that will be heard around the world!

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  7. So, to recap, a bunch of civilians (though many were prior service or part of citizen militia) got all peeved when the overbearing government decided to deny them their basic liberty of self defense. In Massachusetts.

    IN MASSACHUSETTS.

    Which now has the most strict gun-control laws in the nation. Even having an expended casing is equivalent to carrying an unregistered weapon, which, come to think of it, shouldn't need to be registered because SCREW YOU NANNY-STATE.

    IN MASSACHUSETTS!!!

    Let me reiterate. I.N. M.A.S.S.A.C.H.U.S.E.T.T.S!!!!!

    I am glad that our forefathers weren't spineless leftist crybabies. That they (including a few of my ancestors) were really miffed at the overbearing and overcontrolling and just down-right sucky over-government that tried to control their very lives, from telling them what they could import (no machinery, nobody with machinery knowledge (yeah, right,) finished goods at an inflated price (early versions of the Value Added Tax, plus shipping,) what they could export (raw materials only, no finished goods,) (hmmmm, shades of one of the causes of an upcoming war in about 81 years later...) and no freedom to assemble, to speak out openly, to own arms and so forth...

    Did we just fall through a timewarp or something?

    Let's see.

    We have states that are denying our right to assemble in a public place, even married people not being able to be close to each other. Yes, for health reasons, but there's a need for some damned common sense involved in the concept of assembly. Have you seen the press conferences, with hordes of syncophants and outright brown-nosers lined up behind the local or state fuhrer, in a room full of newsies crammed asses to elbows with each other, and then the fuhrer tells us to not be close to each other? What?

    We have a state that have taken a minor but serious health crisis and used it, and the above non-congregation policy, to ram home every little piece of legislation that the citizens have actually shown up in force and told the governor to apply a principle of Archimedes and do it unto himself. WTFrack, Virginia? What the ever living fragglerock?

    And then, a stupid national bill designed to try to help people (Hint: No, it won't, it never will. Let the crisis burn itself out and then pick up and go on.) in trying times is crammed with so much pork I am surprised that there are any pigs left in America, domestic or feral. And the politicians that forced that dogsqueeze out? Feckless and senseless, stupid and complacent beyond belief.

    You want citizen uprisings, up to and including shootings, bombings, murders, assassinations and all the other usual ploys of leftists? But finally done by conservatives or actual Constitutionalists for once? (Meaning of this statement. Find any incidence of attempted assassination or political murder or political bombings or massacres. Overwhelmingly they will be, if of political nature, conducted by leftists. Whether severe leftists like actual anarchists or even moderate leftists, physical attacks, since the Civil War of Northern Unpleasantness, it has been our Democrat or farther Leftist jackwagons that have shot, blown up, stabbed, beat, jumped on, poisoned and done other stupid things.

    Much like the wildfires of California and Australia, it is not conservatives who are setting the fires.

    The Tree of Liberty is getting thirsty.

    And the point of no return is getting closer and closer.

    Fun fact: Did you know that just since 1999, there have been over 320 million guns sold in gun stores? So that little number that the left keep throwing out about there being OVER 300 MILLION GUNZZZZ, OMG is kinda an extreme low-ball figure. Some conservative gun people are saying more like 450 million. My belief, since it's really hard to make a gun not work, especially the more simple the gun is, is that it's more like 600 million in private hands.

    It's getting time to use them. And it's going to look like Bert's Basement in the movie "Tremors"...

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  8. The natives are definitely getting restless. Civil disobedience, as well as peaceful protests (with or without social distancing and masks) will increase as the safety nets are emptied. Unemployment funds are running out, food banks are doing a booming business (except the one I help is expected to be out of food in 3 more weeks), and the stimulus checks won't go far. People gotta eat, pay bills, etc., and they have to work to do that. There's no reason we can't open up with strict protocols- masks, social distancing, no mass gatherings, restaurants with less seating, etc. Will there be more spread? Probably, but if our med system has kept up so far, should we expect that can't continue?

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    1. We have to get back out there. It's scary, but it's that or stay like this until who knows when?

      People will have started shooting by then.

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  9. Sorry for the late post but ran across an excellent YoutTube video from 2014 by RWVA LibertySeed[FullEvent]. 9o minutes but very good.

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  10. IIRC, patriots ran about 10% of the population of the Colonies that signed the Declaration of Independence, the rest were inclined to sit it out before the British made it very hard for the silent majority to just get along/go along. Always something to keep at the back of one's mind. This place was founded by the fringe of the fringe and the first wave fringe were some serious loonies. Just sayin.

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    1. I've read in some sources that a third supported the Revolution (though not all of them were active about it), another third supported the Crown, and the last third didn't care one way or the other, just wanted to be left alone.

      Sounds familiar.

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  11. Living in Virginia I hear the faint echo of "The regulars are out!" every time our governor opens his mouth. The Old Dominion. home to Patrick Henry,, George Washington, James Monroe is now in the hands of leftists who threaten the Second Amendment rights of all citizens. Perhaps they should be reminded that Patriot's Day is the anniversary of the citizen's response to an an effort by the government to take their arms.

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    1. Yup, petty tyrants, like those in Richmond, need to rethink their stances on the Bill of Rights. They're doing it wrong.

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