from the jacket of Being George Washington by Glenn Beck
July 9, 1755, 7:45 P.M.
Banks of the Monongahela River, (near Pittsburgh)
Had I not been witness, the colonel thought, I would not have believed it.
As he stared into the fire, the colonel took off his coat. Shaking it out, he found two holes. the shells having passed right through the fabric. He stared at them in disbelief, pushing a finger through each hole as if to convince himself that they were real. He slowly shook his head in disbelief.A small of officers was watching. One of them, a scrawny Virginian with jet-black hair, leaned forward on his knees, his face pale yellow in the firelight. “There’s another one in your hat, sir.”
The colonel took his hat off and examined it. Yes, there was another hole.
Two shells through his clothes. Another through his hat. Two horses shot out from underneath hi,. He shook his head again.
His fellow Virginian watched him carefully. “Who are you?” the man wondered aloud, a deep hesitation in his voice.
The colonel turned to look at him, pushing the tattered officer coat aside. It almost seemed he tried to hide it, and he didn’t answer the other man.
“Who are you?” the officer repeated.
The colonel looked his fellow Virginian in the eyes before responding, “I am George Washington.”
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