The Last Stand

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Colonial Captain is about to be executed by the British on the bridge south of Savannah, Georgia. All the while, more troops are on their way to siege the town. The Captain only has one chance to get away to warn them! Can he do it? Or will Savannah be attacked, without warning? read on to find out!

Submitted: May 03, 2016

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A muscular man with flowing blonde hair that was combed back, and beautiful blue eyes that could light up a room, was bent over with his head on the chopping block; looking downwards to the river just fifteen feet below. He was upon a bridge, just south of the colonial town, Savannah, Georgia, in the midst of the revolution. His hands were tied uncomfortably behind him. He was surrounded by the corpses of his comrades, for he was a captain in the Colonial Army. Just to his right was his executioner, a tall thinly man wearing a redcoat, with a look of disgust in his eyes towards the man whom he was about to execute. To the left of the executioner was a young soldier, who looked not much older than 18.The young man, wielded a rifle that he held across his arms in a typical military salute. It could easily be seen that he was nervous and uncomfortable. In life, this young man could have been a promising lawyer. He was quite booksmart, but had been dragged into this war; they all had. On the far end of the bridge, there were two soldiers standing ready to make sure that none of the prisoners could enter or leave the bridge. Beyond the two soldiers at the end of the bridge, one could hear the marching of more British troops ready to attack the town.

 

The man who was to be executed was wearing the typical blue of The Colonials. He was a great fighter and smart tactician, about the age of twenty-five. He was clean shaven, with eyes that seemed distant and a somber expression upon his face, rather than the usual serious gaze. With everything prepared, the man closed his eyes, so that he may think of his wife and son. The river, with its sheen, and the disgusted look of his executioner were all too distracting for a man who, in his final moments, only wished to be reminded of his beautiful family. As well, the stench of the corpses was unbearable, so he began to hold his breath. Yet, the silence was slowly creeping upon The Man, pounding in his ears, like a slow, harsh deathknell which would accompany his death and be the last thing he’d ever hear.

 

Yet he opened his eyes once more and let go his breath as he looked into the river below, and thought, “I cannot give up now! I am no evil man, I fought so hard for my country, shall my reward then be death’s cold grip? No! If I could just free my hands, if I could fight back and dive into the waters below I may escape! For my wife, I must warn her, they will surely come for the town next!” However these thoughts, were but wishful thinking, as the executioner raised his sword high into the air.


 

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James Rogan was a proud, well off soldier of the Royal Army before the revolution. He has a lovely wife, named Amy. Amy had long, gorgeous auburn colored hair, with lovely green eyes. She had fair cheeks and a kind, loving demeanor that matched her personality. James had a son as well, who was often brash, and rambunctious. However after seeing the terrible things his own people were doing, and the plight of the American people, he grew sympathetic toward them. He went awol and decided to offer his services to Major General Robert Howe, who put him and his family in Savannah, Georgia to fight the good fight.

 

One day, while Rogan was patrolling the town, a messenger came to tell of a potential advance of the British soldiers. The messenger said that it was only a small scouting group and that they should capture them for information. So, Major General Robert Howe, tasked Rogan with taking a group of thirty men to capture these scouts. He agreed and before he left he promised his wife and son he would return by nightfall.

 

While out looking for the scouts, Captain Rogan and company were ambushed near the bridge just south of Savannah. Was it a trap perhaps? Nevertheless, rather than a scouting party, they were met with well over one hundred soldiers. The scene then became an intense shoot out with Rogan’s men dying one by one, until there were only a handful of them left. Outnumbered, and outwitted, Rogan decided that perhaps it was time to surrender. However, he imagined him and his men, fighting to their last dying breath, but alas, Rogan valued his life too much to allow himself that glory.


 

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As the his executioner raised his sword in the air, Rogan decided to make his move. He stood up at the last second, to avoid the fatal blow, then he kicked the executioner hard in the chest. Startled, the young soldier next to him, fired his gun without truly aiming and missed Rogan. Taking advantage of this, he ran into the young man, knocking him down. By this time, the two soldiers at the far end of the bridge, began taking shots at Rogan, but before he could be wounded, he plunged into the river below. He landed on his back and the wind was knocked out of him as he began sinking into the depths of the river. The light of the sun slowly faded away, and he tried to swim for the surface, but could not, as his hands were still tied. He thought, “So is this my fate? What cruel destiny is it that I am to escape the headman’s block just to drown in the river that I believed would be my savior.” He then noticed a pain in his wrists and saw that he was trying to get out of his bondage. He then devoted his whole attention to it, although the burning pain in his lungs, from lack of oxygen made it hard to do much of anything.

 

Finally just when he thought hope was lost, his hands were set free, so he swam toward the surface as quickly as he could. When he reached the surface, he shrieked and coughed as he tried to take in as much air as possible. Evidently the Redcoats upon the bridge heard and saw him, as they began to get ready to fire. He heard a gritty voice say, “Ready…. Aim…. Fire!” Then they began shooting at the man, who narrowly dodge them as the bullets whizzed past his ears. They may have missed the first time, but he knew they would not a second time. So while they were reloading their guns, Rogan began to swim with the current. All the while, they began shooting at him once again, this time, one of the bullets buried itself deep into Rogan’s shoulder. He winced in pain, as the scorching heat of the bullet burned within his now aching shoulder, still he swam on, this time toward the shore.

 

Upon getting to the bank of the river, he just lay there exhausted. However, his rest did not last long as a bullet landed in the sand next to him, splashing it up and getting it in his mouth. By this time, the Redcoats knew they wouldn’t get him, and the last shot fired was more of a goodbye, than an attempt on his life. Rogan then struggled to his feet and spit the sand from his mouth. He then tiredly made his way through the woods, trying to get back to Savannah in order to warn the others in time. But, Rogan knew that if he wished to get to the town alive, he would need to remove the bullet. He took the knife he hide in his shoe, and through a blur of pain, poked it in the wound, trying to fish out the bullet. Rogan screamed in agony as he dug his knife around the wound, finally getting the bullet out, as if fell to the ground with a thud. He then cut off a piece of his trousers so as to create a makeshift bandage, before continuing. However after a few hours into his trek, it became unnaturally dark and he collapsed from exhaustion, as he thought to himself, “I did not realize there was this much of a forest surrounding the town. I must go on…” Although his mind wanted him to continue, his body refused. However he began imagining his beautiful wife, and how they needed to evacuate the town, as many more redcoats were coming.

 

Rogan once again got to his feet,however this time every step was harder to take than the last. He wasn’t sure how long he continued like this, before finding the road that led to Savannah. Once he found the road, he thought it unusual that his house was waiting at the end of the road. “Where was the town?” Rogan thought. He could then make out a figure standing in front of his house wearing a beautiful blue dress. It was his wife! She was waiting for him! Seeing her gave him a surge of energy and he ran to her. When he got to his wife, she smiled at him, and he looked deep into her eyes. He told her, “ Amy! I love you so much” She remained silent. “Amy, grab our son, we need to leave this place, the redcoats are coming!” She again remained silent. “Amy! Are you even listening?” He screamed at her. She then gently stroked his cheek with her soft hands, she was about to embrace him as he feels a cold sharp blow upon the back of his neck; a bright light then flashed in his eyes and he feels his head pulse with pain, as if a gunshot had just gone off right next to his ear. Then his whole world turned to darkness.

 

James Rogan was now dead, his head rolled around the ground as his corpse slumped over.


 

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From her house, in Savannah, Amy Rogan looked out into the dark night through her curtained window. She then heard the pounding of feet and hooves upon the earth, far in the distance. She sees the redcoats riding toward the town, with their guns and torches raised. She then utters, “James, where are you? You said you’d be back by nightfall.” She closed the curtain and with a concerned expression, looked toward her son playing with his toys upon the floor.


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