The Unsung Hero of the Revolutionary War

I remember that day just like yesterday in Boston. The people and the faces never left my mind. The anguish and the bitterness that we were facing. The toils that we all shared. And I remember my friend though he was a former slave. He was dear to me. That man was a good man in simple terms. He was good at what he did. He was good at what he learned. He was good at trade. And he would sail from place to place. He was a spirited man that never lost his ground. He knew our cause. He knew why we were the way we were. He believed in us. And that's why we cherished him so much. Though he had a harsh life and a struggling beginning, he did not cower to freedom. Though he was still misjudged and put in his place, he did not disregarded our purpose. He was proud to stand with the best of them. He was proud to lift his voice. He could not stand by and watch the anguish. He could not stand by and watch the torture. Many tried before and they failed. Many debates in the Continental Congress. Many disagreements were rooted. But the people had a will and by that will were we all to be fully independent of this tyranny. And because of this man, I vowed to continue the fight. Yes even now I will stand my ground for Crispus. He stood in the growing unrest. And he was there when the King increase taxes and Parliament kept making nonsensical laws. He was there when we grew weary of the agony and pressure. And he was there in the planning of the resistance. And he gathered the people together saying if we fight we must fight for all. Everyone must be included. We must fight endlessly and tirelessly. We must show them that we are strong. That we will not bend. That we will not yield. And there will be no rest until we have won. That we will not be forgotten. That we will not be ignored or neglected. And he went on impressing many to come together and fight within the colony. He was a known sailor. A known man of trade who traveled many places. And he knew when they saw him that they would be alarm. He knew the soldiers would know that the colonists were united and together. And so on that day we marched together, I John Adams alongside Crispus Attucks. And the march appeared peaceful especially when the people were afflicted and being suddued by the Red Coats for many months. We were through with them. Through with them taking over our lands. Through with them taking over our homes. Through with them eating our foods and mistreating us. And it was time to rebel or lose all hope. And as we marched to the harbor, refusing to work quietly and fearfully for the King. We were met with Red Coats who blocked our way. And so we stopped at a distance. And we refused to give up. It was a standstill at the Court house. And Crispus Attucks and I with others moved closer as the Governor told the Red Coats to hold. And we were closer then the Red Coats Colonel told them to standstill and not move. So we argued then a fight broke out between each parties, and the Red Coats pulled up their guns. And some of the soldiers on each parties fought. I John Adams almost got shot dead but Crispus Attucks took the shot and the battle was in disarray as others were arrested. Attucks later died that day and a week later was his funeral which he lied in state with the other victims who were brutally beaten in prison and from the fights. This was the start of the War and may we honor that memory with our liberty.