”You mustn’t fall into the hands of the enemy. Especially the French!” The simple phrase you had heard countless times from your father; General Howe. You were annoyed by his repetition. You figured it was common sense to not ever get captured by the enemy. But the French part confused you. You had yet to meet a French soldier, but you assumed they were like any rebel. It was just 3:30pm now..still a while before you could sleep. You sat in your father’s office, unaware of the attack that would occur from the rebels and the French in a mere 30 minutes. “Could you run and get more ink for me?” your father asks, his British accent thick. You were used to running errands for your father, he was an important man after all…he didn’t have time to run out to the store house all the time