Battle of Bunker Hill

Amy Thompson's thoughts recorded in her journal-1775

As I awoke in the night, I heard the watchman walking up the street,
"All's Well! 1:00-and all's well." I looked at the place beside me. My brother was gone!
"Oh Tom? Where are you Tom?" I grabbed a dress and hastened to slip it on. Carrying my shoes, I tiptoed out on bare feet down the steps-careful not to wake Mother or Father. My brother was seen in a mass of people, lanterns, and farmers on Breed's Hill!
I ran to him calling, " Tom! What are you doing?" He looked up with surprise and motioned to me.
"Little Sis, we're digging forts and putting up guns for provision against the British." I cut him off before he could tell me to go home,
"Tom-let me help!" I grabbed some supplies and skipped off. All night we worked. It was thrilling when in the morning the British saw us. Tom raced down the hill with me, and told me,
"Go home! It's too dangerous here!" He ran off. I pretended that I was heading home, but then I tiptoed to the hill again. The British were rushing up the front of the hill! Soon smoke was all over the place, balls were flying, and British falling. Some of our troops fell too. Some brave men dragged them to the supplies area. I bathed the wounds of men, and they smiled at me.
One man said, "Oh little girl-thank you! You look just like my own precious daughter. Ah-she'll miss me." He sighed. I was touched, and I cried and cried. When he was on his deathbed, I held his hand.
"Be brave my little girl! There will be more battles, and more dead. There will be many fallen. I am proud to die for my country. This country will go on to be a great nation."
He smiled and then said, "Long live America!" These were the last words of this brave man-willing to die for his country. Tears raced down my cheeks.