American Revolution Diary Entry

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With the crow of the rooster echoing through the valley I knew it was time to wake up. A new day, another chance to help my family, another day to keep the farm I love so much. Keeping up with such a piece of real estate takes a lot of work. With my mother working in Charleston helping the Continental Army with cooking and sewing uniforms for the soldiers. Lately it has been my sister Sophie and I running the plantation. My father left when I was at the young age of nine to go fight up north. I don't really remember him, but sketches from my mother give me a idea of who he is. This war has seemed to last my whole life But what I have been hearing from travelers from the northern colonies is that the war is starting to move south into Virginia and the rest of the Southern colonies. I think the british have been here for months, just camping right under our noses.
Since my mother’s absence I can no longer have a education. Attending the College Of Charleston gave me a break of working and time for myself to socialize with my fellow peers. Many of my professors could no longer teach due to the progression of the war and caused failure among the students and an increasing dropout rate. Failing business school only left me one choice but to return to my home and start again what i’ve been wanting to leave and forget my whole life.
With the sun barely over the saturated South Carolina I have already been at work for several hours. helping the slaves water the Cotton fields is essential in the early morning. if the sun were to heat up the buckets of water the cotton would die by the next day, everything must remain cool in order for the cotton to grow to its full potential.
Going into the supply shed i realize that their is onl...

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...t to work” a strong cough made everybody take a cautionary step back. “ a arsenal just lay through these trees and a swamp where we can establish camp, c’mon boys lets get moving”. Another boy, looking about my age jumped on the back of charlie with me, no hesitation he acted like we have been friends for years, thats ok with me.
Reaching the arsenal was a relieved sight. holding a musket for the first time was a great experience and a moment that i will never forget. no more farming was to take place for the next several months. i became a regular with Marion and we ended up flustering all of the british generals with our surprise attacks. seeing the red coats crossing the North Carolina border only put the boys and I into a commending spirit. a big rally was held in Charleston that night, but what made it so amazing was seeing my mother and her beautiful smile.

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