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The female soldier in the Continental Army prepares for one of the first (and unsuccessful) battles the Continental Army fought in: Battle of Long Island. Concluded from my other historical fictions.

- Fighting Off- Short Story

On June 28, General Washington learned that the British fleet had set sail from Halifax on June 9 and were heading toward New York. I knew a small battle ending in retreat would follow this, but I couldn't remember the name at the moment. Still, something exciting was going on!

Jude Habakkuk Franklin, Malachi, and Lucas Amos were all super chattery with the other foot soldiers, as well as [me]. "Do you think this will end in a battle, Malachi?" Lucas asked his half-brother. Malachi shook his head. "I highly doubt that. The army is in no condition to fight the

British, and IF we were to engage in battle, we would likely run out of ammunition." I inhaled. "Maybe if we do, we'll win?" Malachi scoffed. "We are no match for the highly-trained British. Some days I hardly have food to eat." I grumbled. The food was a whole

OTHER pail of worms. I'd barely eaten any, and when I did, it was cuz I was so hungry that my stomach hurt. I'd heard from "slave"-soldiers that Washington was planning something... but the slaves weren't sure if it was going to lead to a battle. I had been trying to spy on the Generals, but I didn't want to

annoy George Washington or the others. After all, my very presence was very difficult. Congress had warned that if something happened to me, cuz I was a woman, that there might be charges. I doubted that they had the power to do that, but I didn't really know. I had been very careful and considerate ever

since I'd even joined the army. However, I doubted anyone was used to my presence. The first July 4th (and my 44th birthday in the story) had occurred that summer: Thomas Jefferson had written the Declaration of Independence, and it'd been signed. I honestly couldn't believe I was "44". I looked, sounded, and acted like I was 22. I knew

that God was likely preserving my age, so that I'd still be fresh and energetic. George Washington had turned 44 on February 22 of 1776 (that year), however, so I knew that was technically my age in natural eyes. I'd met him as a young'en, and I had been 12 as he had been. His age was how I kept track of mine.

Moving on, I went into George Washington's tent a few time to see what he was up to. On July 13, General William Howe attempted to open negotiations with the Americans. He sent a letter to Washington delivered by Lieutenant Philip Brown, who arrived under a flag of truce. Two times Howe sent letters, and neither time did he acknowledge George Washing-

-ton as a general. If you must know, disrespect makes my blood boil. "How DARE he!" I said a hundred times. "The-the- the NERVE to disrespect you TWICE and not even try to acknowledge you as a General!" Washington told me to calm down, but I was mad. I knew that hundreds of years later, disrespect for George Washi-

-ngton would be infested in the youth. "I appreciate your loyalty, Miss (my last name), but I wouldn't do the same if a riot occurred amongst the foot soldiers." I hung my head, ashamed. "No need to lose heart." Washington said. "Go finish your dinner. The soldiers must be strong to fight." I nodded and went to do so.

-ngton would be infested in the youth. "I appreciate your loyalty, Miss (my last name), but I wouldn't do the same if a riot occurred amongst the foot soldiers." I hung my head, ashamed. "No need to lose heart." Washington said. "Go finish your dinner. The soldiers must be strong to fight." I nodded and went to do so. TBC....

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