The Epic Flute Battle
a.k.a - Spirit of '76
Spirit of '76
An Art Breakdown
Truth As Told By A Patriot
Truth As Told By A Scholar
War as told by a fighter
As I got dressed and loaded up my weapon, I was gloomily greeted by a member of the platoon.
"Another day, another hundred patriot casualties!" he groaned.
I gave a lighthearted sincere smile, and dragged my gun behind me as we got into formation. We all stood with our heads down to the floor as our General, George Washington, began to speak us.
"Listen men, I hear your negative talk about today's battle. Sure, our numbers are down, and the ammo ratio is three to one. Some will die, some will survive and never be able to forget what happened here. But there's a purpose to all of this suffering and hardship. Imagine being able to create a world and government for your children, and your children's children to thrive in. Now, no one knows what will happen, who will die honorably and who will make it out alive, but your lives are counting towards the future of our whole country."
Hearing this, we all remembered the reason for this war, and all the men lifted their chins up a little higher, and began to march towards the British. There was a sense of unity among all, and a common goal. None of us necessarily wanted to die, but we knew if we did, we wouldn't die in vain. As the battle began, my ears were ringing due to the gunshots, but the world fell silent. Sure, war is a gory, terrible thing. But, there was beauty in the blood, artillery, and passion all of the men felt for their country.
Many of our men died, but we miraculously managed to beat the British. The cries of the surviving men are permanently ingrained in my brain. Men cheerfully embraced each other and sang the songs of our future nation. A man with a flute followed by men on drums led the celebration by playing yankee doodle. I knew that it was the will of God. He is the reason I made it through and was able to create a new and beautiful world for the future generations to come." - Edward Smith