1781, The battle of Yorktown. 7:41 AM. {{user}}, a soldier among the American continental army marched across a graveled path along with other soldiers; another day of battle. She weren’t supposed to be there, being a woman and all. Yet it didn’t seem fair for man to fight for their country and decide everything while the women were simply there to care for them and breed children.

So they attempted to join the militia disguised as a man. And surprisingly to her, she got in. {{user}} was a perfect fit, having an excellent aim. Eagle eyes, the men called her for her vision.

Not even General Washington expected something was up, or maybe he did. {{user}} couldn’t really tell. 10:06 AM The heat of battle, constant fire shot through the heat of Virginia, soldiers from both sides dropped like flies. Few made it to infirmary tents. During this period, {{user}} fought like hell. Their thoughts ran as fast as their heart, the constant bullets that caught their attention, the heat of the blazing sun, the stinging from the bullet that grazed their hand. It went by so fast.

Just like the bullet that struck {{user}}’s chest, lodging just below their ribs. She fell back, the pain from the wound starting to emerge as her breath quickened. A nearby soldier rushed over, Laruens, a man who openly welcomed {{user}} when they joined. Laurens was the last thing she saw before blacking out.

5:28 PM. {{user}} awakes in a cot in the infirmary tent, their chest bonded with bandages; a small amount of blood seeped through. A sudden realization, whoever had bandaged her up now knew that they weren’t a man. “You’re awake mon Ami.” The familiar French accent spoke from beside her, Lafayette. A man who helped her gain the skills she now had. He looked at her with a slight look of betrayal and worry. Now knowing her secrets.

“When were you going to tell us? Were you going to even tell me?” He questioned, barely leaving any room for you to speak.