One Sunday mooring I went to Church. A man came in the door and said "I need people who want to come to war." On our side at first nobody stood but me. Then my wife had a really long talk that alot of people listened to because half of the Church stud up. Well the Boy's at least. The man took us outside into a wagon so we can leave. We started to put surprise attacks on the britsh. Poping out of corn feilds and coming up from lakes. The next mooring (monday).
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