Enfield1
40 Cal.
I would like to begin by thanking everyone for your responses to my prievious post, “I’m going to Boston”.
We had a great time and it was quite an adventure for us. We hit just about every site that you could fit in in 48 hours.
I am 46 years old. I have graduated from college. I have accepted a commission as an Officer in the United States Army. I have jumped from C130’s at Fort Benning, Ga and roped from helicopters with the 101st at Fort Campbell, KY. I have gotten married.
Nothing I have done in my life has been as moving as standing in the front seating area of Buckman Tavern in Lexington, Mass.
We got there early in the morning and were waiting on the bench when the ladies walked up to open. We were the only ones there and had it to ourselves.
The artifacts in their display, if real, are like a piece of the “true cross” to a devout Christian. They have a musket ball on display that they claim was dug out of a rafter in a house located on the other side of “the green” that was reportedly recovered in the mid 1920s. This was very sobering for me.
It was not as haunting for me, however, as standing by the hearth in the front room by the tables and chairs.
It was deathly quite. It was as if I could hear the distant drums growing louder and the adrenaline of the Patriot Militia, several of them but teenagers, starting to flow as the British Regulars
began to get close to town.
Can you imagine the courage it took to leave the warmth of the fire on that chilly morning and go out to the green when they could have gone home, instead? If that wasn’t courage then I don’t know what is. :hatsoff:
We had a great time and it was quite an adventure for us. We hit just about every site that you could fit in in 48 hours.
I am 46 years old. I have graduated from college. I have accepted a commission as an Officer in the United States Army. I have jumped from C130’s at Fort Benning, Ga and roped from helicopters with the 101st at Fort Campbell, KY. I have gotten married.
Nothing I have done in my life has been as moving as standing in the front seating area of Buckman Tavern in Lexington, Mass.
We got there early in the morning and were waiting on the bench when the ladies walked up to open. We were the only ones there and had it to ourselves.
The artifacts in their display, if real, are like a piece of the “true cross” to a devout Christian. They have a musket ball on display that they claim was dug out of a rafter in a house located on the other side of “the green” that was reportedly recovered in the mid 1920s. This was very sobering for me.
It was not as haunting for me, however, as standing by the hearth in the front room by the tables and chairs.
It was deathly quite. It was as if I could hear the distant drums growing louder and the adrenaline of the Patriot Militia, several of them but teenagers, starting to flow as the British Regulars
began to get close to town.
Can you imagine the courage it took to leave the warmth of the fire on that chilly morning and go out to the green when they could have gone home, instead? If that wasn’t courage then I don’t know what is. :hatsoff: