Today is Sunday.
The minutemen listened carefully, and they could hear the marching feet in the distance. Then over the hill and past the tavern came the soldiers. They came on and on and Sam could see their red coats and the sun glinting on their bayonets, looked like a bright river of red. As they came closer, Captain Parker tried to count them. They seemed to be a thousand but he only had eighty minutemen. He asked his men to move away. The minutemen began to move off, Sam said goodbye to John. Then Sam saw the British officer shouted and waved the sword to them. Sam wondered what the officer wanted. John told Sam the officer wanted them to disperse, although they had tried their best to do. Then someone somewhere fired a gun. The troops began to shoot and minutemen fell down one after another. John was hit and he fell down, holding his leg. The officer ordered his troops to stop shooting and march off towards Concord, leaving eight minutemen dead. Sam's father helped John's father to take John home. Sam felt he was having a bad dream. John's mother was crying as she put a bandage on John's leg.
