Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

Alexander! You'll be late! Mother called from below, he heard the thump of her shoes on the floor. It amazed him how just her footsteps could sound impatient. Time to go! Finished dressing in his room, putting on the white shirt and the coat of the local militia, pulling the long, black hair tight against his head, tying the loop of red ribbon let the queue sit on his broad shoulder. His blue eyes searched for the belt and sword that had fallen from his bed, picking them up and strapping them on pulled the long black boots over his muscled legs. Since General Washington asked officers to provide their own uniforms his mother had made a nice blue coat with red trim on the front and cuffs, with a slight gold brocade on the cuffs. Picking up the tri-corner hat with the green cockade as a mark of rank, stepped from the room, giving his pretty, younger sister a wink and a smile. Whistling one of the jaunty anti-royalist tunes that was popular came down to a smiling mother who kissed him, gave him some biscuits, and sent him on his way. Living not far from the Charles River, he had opted to spend his last free night at home rather than in a tent with the militia, though that would soon change starting tonight. The militia was camped facing Boston where the Colonial Army had most of the Tories trapped. Many of the Tories had fled from Cambridge after the battle on Lexington green last month, May 1775 was turning out to be a warm one as he walked down the row of tents greeting his men, reporting to his commander took his orders for the day and checking into his tent to see what he would need. Enlisting the day after Lexington and Concord, Alexander had signed on with the 30th Regiment of Foot of Massachusetts, receiving a commission as a first lieutenant and had taken quicker than he thought to the soldiers life as he trained the past two weeks. Command had come easy, big, gregarious and easily approachable the men had come to like him, if not respect him. Captain Williams had been a good mentor and being a veteran of the Indian Wars was knowledgeable about the military and what was expected. Captain Williams had spent time teaching him how to keep a respectful distance to the men as he was an officer, and trust in his sergeants to keep the men under control. On orders he was to patrol in Cambridge, to assure there was no Tory interference with the siege, the regiment gathered by the camp and he led them towards Harvard walking slowly, the men keeping in formation but chatting amiably among themselves. There was little trouble in this part of Cambridge, though it was suspected there were some Tories still here, they tended to be quiet, or keep their real thoughts to themselves. Most homes carrying some sort of flag declaring their support of the rebellion, Alexander felt impassioned when he thought about it, though he was English he yearned to be free as those back home. As the regiment marched down the wider avenues there was a shout ahead and he saw the rush of people, hand on sword he led the men quickly forward, as they came to the corner saw yet another suspected Tory being run from his house. One of the manor houses surrounded by a crush of people, hoisting someone he thought he recognized, yet as the crowd of patriots milled around the house he watched with humor as the second floor windows had two women shouting at the crowd below.