Bert - The Minute Man

I rode that night with my good friend Paul Revere , we rode for liberty .
My name is Bert I owned a farm down the road and those selfish Redcoats of Britan wanted to take it away from me .
To my surprise there was a man that had a plan , he wanted to stand up to these Redcoats.
I worked on my farm all day and night , but to my dismay the British King taxed me and wanted to soon take it away.
I could not sleep at night knowing there was no freedom , and my wife and children feared for their lives.
I sat along the the river watching this ship , it belonged to the British King . It struck fear in the eyes of the innocent people as it had sixty-four cannons . It watched everyone like a hawk ... those who fled to escape the Red Coats would probably lose their lives . Was there such a man that would dare flee these Red Coats ?
One day I was walking in Boston and noticed a man in his shop . He was a silversmith and a fond one at that as he made teapots , cream pots , buckles , bowls , spoons , jugs , and cups. I looked around at his fine work as I could not believe one man could form such fond objects such as these .
I had very little money in my pocket , but I wanted to purchase something for my wife.
" No ! No ! Your money is no good here my friend ," Paul said waiving me off as I reached into my pocket.
I was shocked as my face went blank and my hands were numb. How could a man work so dilagently on these objects and not want a sum of money for a hard days' work ?
Paul and I talked for awhile and he was very adiminte about one thing in particular.
" I want liberty for all fellow men such as yourself fine sir . I believe the King of Britian has no right in making you follow his logics or follow him in the fear of losing what you have worked so hard for."
Paul's face was as bright red as the flames lighting up his silvershop . This silversmith had brass; no man I knew would dare express himself in the streets of Boston . I watched as Redcoats lingered , but Paul still spoke of liberty as he talked with his hands and tugged on his blue coat as blue as the sea .
He said Bert there is a way for such liberty for I will ride under the midnight moon . I spoke to him about being caught by the Redcoats. He said such an ordeal he would risk , but he would not get caught. He spoke of crossing the stream and having men waiting for his arrival because there were fellow brethern out there that wanted such liberty and believed in Paul's logics.
I waved farewell to my new friend . He waved me on as Paul said , " We shall meet again!"
As soon as I arrived to the farm my wife ran out. She was yelling at the top of her lungs.
" The Redcoats will be here ! Their coming for our guns , gunpowder , and Jim down the road said their taking some of our men ... oh no!" she shouted as frieghtend as can be.
I would have been frantic and fearful for the well-being for the people of Medford , but I just could not help but hear the words of that brave optimistic silversmith from Boston.
When the night came I gathered my family and locked the doors. I heard the Redcoats were near . People were running around in panic , as they were in doubt what would come.
The moon went down I could not help but yell out , " He will soon be here ... He will soon be here ! "
My wife asked me , " Who will be here ? Who will be here?"
I soon stood up from my chair and there he was ... he was here .
" He is here ... He is here ," I yelled at the top of my lungs .
My wife asked me , " Who is here ? Who is here ?"
I opened the door and there he was ... he had kept his word . He had men with him ready to go. They were on horses and held laterns . I opened the door and I let him in .
" Dear let me introduce to my new found friend ... his name is Paul the Silversmith from Boston," I said to my wife.
" Their here ! Their here ... the Redcoats are here," yelled a man running into his house.
Paul gave me a smile and I grabbed my rifle from the closet ... We ran down the road and into the night . We gathered everyone we could sight .
" What are you men doing ?" asked a waving Paul down.
Paul just smiled at me and said to the man , " Fighting for liberty ... would you like to join in?"
The man told us to wait for him. He soon returned with a box of filled with guns , gun powder , and his neighbors followed him.
" I am ready my friend ... let's take on these Redcoats!"
Paul couldn't help but smile from ear to ear as he let out a gutwrenching laugh.
This my friends was how Paul Revere formed the Minute Men that rode into Lexington to fight for freedom and form the land we call the United States of America .