The Brandywine Revolution
The Most Classified Courtmartial in U.S.M.C. History
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“Sgt. Adams get me my .45 pistol for me and my M-16 from under my bunk.” He walked to the back of the tent and returned with my weapons.
“Sgt. Anderson go get my jeep and your squad. Meet me outside in five minutes.”
“Yes sir Major.” Sgt. Anderson got up and walked briskly outside.
“Captain Emerson I will keep in radio contact with you. Once we arrive at the farmhouse I will let you know immediately. While I am away I would like you and the lieutenants to make some proposals for what we should do if in fact we are now living in 1777. I am open to suggestions, but I will decide what course of action we will take based on your recommendations.” I could hear the jeep drive up outside the HQ entrance so I said, “We will return as quickly as possible, “and I exited the tent.
Sgt. Anderson was driving the jeep. I sat in the front passenger seat next to him. Seated behind us were four marines all armed with their M-16 rifles. I asked Sgt. Anderson, “These marines your best?”
“Sir this is the meanest greenest marine squad in history.”
“Good enough. Lets move out.”
We drove for about five minutes before reaching a path off to the right side of the road. Sgt. Anderson pulled off the road into a wooded area near the path. Some bushes and trees concealed our jeep pretty well from the road.
Sgt. Anderson said, “We follow this path for about a hundred yards and we will come to a big pasture. We will be able to see the farmhouse on the other side of the pasture.”
I said, “O.K. lets move out to the pasture. Sgt. Anderson you lead the way.”
We walked for about three or four minutes and arrived at the pasture and just as Sgt. Anderson had stated I could see the farmhouse on the other side. The pasture was not very large and there were no livestock grazing on it. I estimated that the pasture was about one hundred and fifty feet across to the farmhouse. This time the farmhouse was not deserted. I could see people out in front of the house and many men wearing red coats. One of the men wearing a red coat was on a large white horse. I took out my binoculars to get a better look at what was happening. Through my binoculars I could see clearly 14 red coat British Soldiers. I was astounded at what I saw. The British soldier on the horse appeared to be an officer. Two soldiers were holding a civilian by each of his arms and another soldier was tying his hands behind his back. There was a civilian woman also being held by two British soldiers and she was crying and pleading with the officer on the horse. I could not hear her words. I also saw two teenage girls being restrained by two more soldiers. The girls were also crying. My patriotism got the best of me and clouded my judgment. I decided to intervene into history for better or for worse.
“I informed Sgt. Anderson, “ you and two of your men will approach the farmhouse from the left side. Two men and I will approach it from the right side. Put your weapons on full automatic. If I draw my pistol, you and your men will shoot to kill from left to right. My two men will shoot to kill from right to left. Do not shoot the British officer. I want him for information. We will take him back to HQ. Everyone understand?”
The whole squad acknowledged affirmative and we walked across the field to the rear of the house. Sgt. Anderson and his men walked around to the front from the left side as I had directed. My two marines and I walked around to the front of the house from the right side. We all arrived in front of the house at the same time.
The British soldiers immediately stopped moving about. The woman was crying still and so were the two teenage girls. I directed my remarks at the officer on the horse. I said, “What is going on here?” The officer on the horse was tall and thin. He wore a captain insignia on his hat. He had a long nose and he seemed to be extremely pale. He also was wearing a white wig with a ponytail. He was armed with a sword only and his men each had a musket strapped on over their shoulder.
The captain arrogantly said, “Who are you?”
I replied with a smile as I said, “we are just some interested people.”
The British captain answered back in a thick English voice, “ We are doing his majesties duties. We have his majesty’s arrest warrant for one Arthur Middleton for the crime of treason. Pointing at the civilian man who was tied up, he said, “that is the traitorous colonist who dared to sign that traitorous declaration of independence. He will hang for his bloody crime now. His wife and daughters will spend a long time in our English jail also. Treason will be dealt with harshly and you would be well advised to leave now before we arrest you for interfering. You colonial dogs think you can just do anything you want, but very soon all of you colonist will learn your place.
I replied, “Sir, you have misjudged us. We are not colonial dogs. We are patriots and now is the time for you to learn your place.”
I drew my .45 out from my holster and I immediately shot the soldiers holding the man. Simultaneously all my marines opened fire on the soldiers behind the British officer. I continued shooting and killing the soldiers holding the ladies. It was just a matter of seconds and every soldier lay dead on the ground. None of them had a chance to even un-shoulder their muskets. The British Captain looked on in awe and he was totally helpless. One of my men grabbed the reins of his horse. He started to draw his sword so I fired a round from my pistol just past his right ear. He froze immediately. He could not believe what he had just witnessed.
I ordered the British officer, “dismount sir you have been defeated and his majesty can kiss his royal ass.”
The officer dismounted and unbuckled his sword. My men untied the civilian man and I asked, “Sir, are you really Arthur Middleton one of the signers of the declaration of independence?”
He looked at me like I and my weapon was from another planet. He then said, “Yes I am and yes I did sign the declaration. I am a patriot. Are you a patriot also?”
“Yes, my men and I are the best patriots you will ever
know.”
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During the Revolutionary War, General Washington, was always the under dog in every battle. He continually confronted superior British forces and his soldiers suffered huge losses and great hardships. General Washington also had to endure a continental congress that failed to deliver on its promises many times. Washington had a difficult time keeping soldiers in the army because of expired enlistments and difficult conditions.
Due to a freak accident of nature a veteran Marine Corps Company of marines that had just returned from Vietnam were accidentally transported from the year 1969 to the year 1777 at the battle site of Brandywine Creek. The company of marines possessed all their modern weapons, vehicles and equipment. The commander of Company “G”, Major Michael Thompson, was thrust into making decisions that would affect the lives of his men and possibly alter the factual history at Brandywine Creek.
Major Thompson had to answer many difficult challenges and questions. Should his company intervene into the battle at Brandywine? How would intervention into the battle alter history? How would his men live and survive in the year 1777, if returning to 1969 was impossible? Should the modern technologies in medicine, weaponry and science that his company possessed be shared with General Washington and Benjamin Franklin? Lastly, if his company did return to the year 1969, how would he convince the military that his company actually traveled back to another time dimension?
The ability to travel to other time dimensions would be the greatest weapon that any country could possibly possess. A country that possessed the ability to time travel would have future knowledge allowing it to make decisions, which would make that country an unbeatable super power. Such a country could build superior weapons from the future and have medical advancements that would ensure longer longevity of life and survival. A country with the knowledge of time travel would be able to create a standard of living that the world could not imagine at this time.
Major Thompson and his marines courageously take on the many new challenges of time travel. They even take on the CIA who secretly initiates a jury-rigged military court martial to cover up their time travel adventures for national security reasons. The CIA underestimates the intelligence and fighting spirit of Major Michael Thompson and “G” Company. In the end, they prove they traveled in time with surprising and irrefutable physical evidence that even the CIA is forced to accept.