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| Drummer Edward Armstrong |
Posted - November 03 2002 : 10:06:11 PM
"Armstrong!" Shouts Sgt. MacWilliam as I snap out of my daydream to find him asking "Where were you?" All I can think to say was "1747". And a brief moment of silence is broken by my explanation. All this talk of how we got here reminds me of my journey from Scotland! I thought I would never leave home! I enlisted to serve in the defence of Scotland only to find myself on board the Man-o-War named "Galee" a trip I wish to put behind me and forget, I remember hearing of those of whom tried to stay in Scotland and refuse serving the Crown, only to meet their end at the hands of their own officers! We docked at a bay near the "Virginias". This was to become the beginning of our long treks across this hostile country. I remember hearing the plee for protection for his quakers! From William Penn himself! One of the two times he had been to this god for saken land! Lucky for me, I had learned to speak the dutch and was asked to go along with an advanced party to scout out this tract of land that would later become, as the Quakers call it Pennsylvania or translated to Penn's Woods. The detachment I was with took to the water ways as the main sourse of transport until we reached the mountains. The indian scouts showed us a trail they claim streches across this land. I couldn't believe what I found when we reached this "Penn's Woods"! A dark,dank place which I, coming from the lowlands of Scotland,thought to be the last place to bring settlers! How can anything grow here? His beloved Quakers, in my opinion wouldn't last till winter! After seeing this land, I couldn't wait to return to the Virginias! The air was so thick, It was hard to breath. Everywhere you looked was muck and mire! The stench of stagnent water was everywhere you turned but the worst of all was the feeling of being watched from everywhere! The trees were so thick and full that you'd look up and see nothing but darkness as the underbrush would struggle amongst itself to touch what thin rays of sun that managed to break through the trees!
Still,....The look....In the faces of the settlers...I still don't understand? They appeared thankful for being brought here?! Don't they remember what they left behind? May God protect them from this....this hell on earth!
So these are my memories of my first days in the new colonies.
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| 3 L A T E S T R E P L I E S (Newest First) |
| Drummer Edward Armstrong |
Posted - November 05 2002 : 3:34:53 PM
Thank thee Sgt. as we close in on our St. Andrews Day holiday I look forward to our feast, combined with a dram or three!
Dir muir duit!
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| Sjt. Malcolm MacWilliam |
Posted - November 04 2002 : 3:16:21 PM
Now, Drummer, would I be shoutin' at my most favorite drummer, the finest drummer His Majesty's service has ever experienced??!! Naye, a bit of a growl, perhaps, but never a shout!! A good post, my friend. Yer Uncle John is quite proud of ye! Pax Aye! Slante' mhath!!
Sjt. Malcolm Angus MacWilliam
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| SgtMunro |
Posted - November 04 2002 : 08:25:23 AM
Wow!!!! Alot of you men in the Grenadier Co'y of the 1st Highland Battalion appear to be great story tellers as well as warriors. I'm going to have to hang out by your fire at Edge Hill next year.
Your Humble Servant,
Sgt. Duncan Munro
Capt. Graham's Coy
1/42nd Royal Highlanders
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