Lapo Nencini 8-5
The French-Indian War (November 12th 1763) I was in my little house with my parents, I was living that day like a normal day. I lived in North America, that at the time was controlled by the British Colonies. I had a dream, and it was to become a politician, but because of the taxes, I couldnâ€™t. Before going to sleep, I was washing my face, when I heard my parents talking about a war starting, but at the moment, I didn't really care about it. After saying goodnight to my parents, I went to sleep in my tiny but comfortable bed, and I immediately fell asleep. I was in the middle of a dream when I heard my dad screaming at me. I woke up scared and I looked at him. He was scared, his eyes were about to cry and his expression was terrified. "Listen to me Nathan, everything is going to be all right, you just need to hide under your bed, mom and I will tell you when to get out". I agreed, and I went under my bed, but I knew something was wrong. I could hear people screaming and guns shooting outside my window. My dad ran downstairs, and when I looked at the clock I saw that it was 3:30 o'clock. I heard someone getting into my house. It was more than one person, I could hear multiple steps, and heard them talking about a war that was starting between British and French, and we had to be executed because we were from France. My dad raised his voice's volume, and he opened a drawer. I remembered that a couple days before I had seen him put a gun in it and then closing it with keys that only he knew where to hide. I then heard a first shot, and a body falling on the French and Indians, first battle 1754 ground, after that shot I heard a second and a third one, but right before the last one, I could hear my mom begging them to not kill her. Everything was quiet, they left the house after a couple of minutes. I got out my bed really slowly and started to walk down the stairs. I looked, and I saw something that would remain in my mind for my whole life. I saw 3 dead bodies. I first saw the lifeless body of a British soldier, my father should have killed him with that first shot, and then, I saw my dad's body, which had tears of blood on his eyes. And then I saw my mom, she still had a worried expression on her face, and I couldn't live with the idea of leaving them. My father was still holding his gun in his right hand, and the British soldier had blood all over his head. It was shocking, I wouldnâ€™t see my parents ever again. Even though I was petrified, I knew I had to move, and go somewhere else. The soldiers would come back to pick their friend's dead body up. I quickly ran to the exit on the back of my house and escaped as fast as I could. "There he is! open fire!" They started shooting at me, and I began to run in different directions to dodge the bullets. I successfully reached the end of the road and jumped into the river. I could hear them still screaming above me, so I got to the other side of the river, and then in the forest. I ran for about half an hour, my body was exhausted, and I couldn't stay on my legs anymore. My body dropped to the ground and I fell unconscious. I woke up and it was daytime, I went to Concord, which was the closest town to me. I went there and I found many of my friends with some of their parents as well. I joined them, and they told me about their idea of surviving. They said that the only way to stay alive in this war, was to gather as many people as they could, and form a group of people that acted for their own rights, and were against British, and make Americans allies. We basically formed a group of rebels against the British, that at the time were
Lapo Nencini 8-5 busy fighting against the French and the Indians that were Americans allies. We were supported by the Wabanaki Confederacy, which were soldiers combined with French that were supposed to fight on our side during the war. The final battle was brutal. It was between French and British. I was there, I was one of the soldiers in it. The generals opened fire, and the fight began. I was in the third of 9 lines of soldiers, I saw the people in front of me falling on the ground, a massive number of dead people and friend. It was my turn, I was now in the first line, I had to shoot and kill, that was the goal. I killed about 10 people in the front row, and I had to charge my gun. I ran over a rock to take cover, but even before I heard the sound, I felt a tremendous amount of pain. I got shot on my left shoulder. Thankfully the suit slightly protected my skin from the impact of the bullet. I was hiding behind a rock trying to let the pain go away, but I had to charge my gun as well. After about three minutes I resumed my battle. It was an atrocious hour, and at the end, our army went down to 20 people, against a new British army coming to help the previous one. We had no chance, we had to run for our lives. I dropped my gun and started to run towards a safe zone in the ally's base. I got there, and other 5 people did. Unfortunately, we never saw the other 14 again. We were known as the only survivors of the French Indian War that day. The next years were dark years for me, but my adventure had just begun.
The Battle of Saratoga (October 7th 1777)
Lapo Nencini 8-5
14 years later, something even more important happened. I was now 29 years old, and I had been part of the army for 10 years. It was September 19th 1777 when a new British general named John Burgoyne, decided to invade the Americans' lands and since I was now an American citizen, he was going to attack me as well. His plans weren't really clear to us, but he wanted to attack our territory with 3 different armies, each led by a general. We had 17 days to prepare ourselves for the hardest battle we had ever faced. Those were days of very hard training, we had very less hour to sleep, and most of the times we even skipped lunch and dinner to find new formations to use against the British. In those 14 years, I'd changed a lot. At the time of the French and Indian War, I was just a kid, who didn't care about the consequences of war, and I was just busy thinking about my future and my dreams. I matured and I'd been able to increase my self-confidence over those years, since, the only person I could count on, now that my parents weren't with me anymore, was myself. It was October 7th, 1777, the day had come, and it was time to show the result of an incredibly intense training. Everything and everyone was Americans won the battle of Saratoga in October 7th 1777 ready, the only thing that was missing was the enemy. After one uneasy hour, the first army led by John Burgoyne showed up. Their army was unexpectedly minor than ours. Burgoyne had been betrayed by his own men and was left alone against the best American soldiers. The battle began, we were superior, and we fought them easily. Few of our men lost their lives, but we couldn't say the same about the British army. More and more red-suited people were falling on the ground, making their last breath, and the rest of them were backing up very quickly. It was only a matter of time before we killed them all, and the only person wounded but alive was their general, John Burgoyne. He had no chance of surviving, he was surrounded by our army, and there was no way to escape. He gave up and decided to surrender. It was an absolute victory by the Americans, the British didnâ€™t stand a chance against us. It was an easier battle than we thought, but I'm sure that if the other British soldiers had shown up, things would have gone differently. Fortunately for us, that never happened.
The Treaty of Paris (September 3rd 1783)
Lapo Nencini 8-5 Here we are, at the end of my journey, 6 years later the Battle of Saratoga. I was one of the greatest soldier in America at that time, I became popular because of my story, and because of why I survived at. Only few soldiers were called into the meeting in Hotel York in Paris, that ended the American Revolution, and I was one of them. People were very agitated, and they didnâ€™t know how to act, both Americans and British people in the room. We had the enemy that murdered our families and friends for many years in the same room, but for once, not for war but for peace. The crowd suddenly stopped talking when King George III entered the room, followed by the best soldiers and some of the British representatives. It was the first time I saw the British king, and I have to admit, I was not happy about it. After a couple of minutes, our representatives came in, Benjamin Franklin, John Jay and Henry Laurens. Britain's representatives were David Hartley and Richard Oswald. They started their talking about the Treaty, and they All representative in the went on for 1 hour. They only stopped a few times just to ask us what we room signing the Treaty thought about it, even though our thinking wasn't going to change anything, we mostly agreed on much of what they were saying, We were being very generous, and we gave them a large amount of lands, but they gave us some good parts as well. The Treaty finally came to an end after three hours of discussion and thinking. The Treaty was called the Treaty of Paris, because it was signed in Paris, and I can feel lucky to had been part of it, alongside with my friends. The American Revolution changed my life in an unbelievable way. It killed my parents first, it brought friends away from me and left me completely alone. My story had also some very incredible moments as well, such us my scape from the British right after my parents' death, when I joined the rebel group, I then became a soldier, survived to an impossible battle to win, won an important battle for my country, and saw the end of the revolution with my own eyes. I had been able to find myself a new house, and a new job as Figure 1Treaty of Paris signed politician. This was the end of my journey, that saw me throw the whole revolution, and have in 1783 been proud to fight for my new country.