Personal Narrative: My First Day In The Colonial Army

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It was December 1st. My first day in the colonial army, it was horrible all i saw was snow and dead bodies the scene made me shake in the soles of my shoes. The estimated amount of people dead so far was about 1,800 to 2,500. It was absolutely freezing and i wanted to go home, i was confused and couldn’t think straight. Men were dropping like flies and the stench of death was all too real. The first two years of the war did not go well for us. It’d been that way since 1775, when “he” had taken command, George Washington. He and his troops had withdrawn from Boston and retreated from New York City. George was unable to stop the British army when General Howe marched his army into the national capital of philadelphia. Like much of america, philadelphia

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