My name is Josh Porter. I am a 13 year old boy who lives with my family in the city of concord. We don’t have a very big family. I live with my mom, my dad, and my two younger sisters. Everything was normal until that one day. It was the day I never wanted to come. I remember it very clearly. The day Paul Revere came to our door knocking. He said that the British were on their way. Everybody in the house started preparing. My dad was probably the least worried person in the house. He was prepared to fight them off when they came, and they did.
After that day my dad fought in many of the battles. I thought he could never lose, until the man showed up at our door. He said my father had lost his life in battle. for the next few weeks i didn't know what to do, what to say. then i finally decided what i must do. i must sneak into the war and finish the job. so when night arose i snuck out of the house and took are only horse. i rode as far as i could till i reached suffolk county where soldiers were preparing for battle.
i snuck into the place where the soldiers got their uniforms. i grabbed one my size and headed out onto the battle line. and that is when i heard them approaching. in front of us was a huge army of british soldiers. i stood there firm even though inside i felt like i was about to explode with fear. the first shots were fired as i ducked for cover. i took my musket and shot. BOOM! It hit a soldier in the shoulder. BOOM! I fired another shot. now i was ready. i grabbed a sword and charged straight at the soldiers. after taking down many soldiers they started to retreat. we had won the battle.
8 months after my first battle I was still with the army helping fight the British. Nothing could stop the thrill of winning us our own country. That was until the day came that I met general Washington. He was tall, about 6’2”. He said he needed to have a word with me. He told me that he new I was not supposed to be here. He said he had known my...