Untitled French and Indian War Story

He heard shots ring in the wood that is in front of him. A number of the forward expedition retreats, and collides with their force. All around them, shots ring out, a man to the right of him falls, musket ball to the chest. He fires his rifle, hitting and Indian, then fire at the figure of a Frenchman. He continues firing, as do the rest of his comrades. He hear the words no soldier wants to hear "He's down! He's off his horse! He's dead!". He feels his own heart sink, and many of the men retreat, and he starts to follow, looking down to the left of him, the man who led this mission lies peacefully, shots in him. He, with a faint hope, almost makes it to the officers, when he feels a sharp pain in his back. He falls to the ground, tomahawk piercing his back. He sees his fellow soldiers run, with them carrying the General. French and Indians follow them. In his last few moments of life, he sees an Indian raising a tomahawk. He can only hope he doesn't feel anything. The sad part is, he will probably not be remembered.

"It was a bloody massacre, Braddock was a fool. Thank God Washington managed to organize a retreat. A shame, the expedition to Fort Duquesne could've helped end the war early." Virginian officer William Blade commented, after hearing of what had happened. Braddock had lead an expedition to French Fort Duquesne. He was ambushed, and much of his force died, including himself.
"The sad part is, the unknown British soldier who died there will probably not be remembered"

Just so you guys know, the italisized writing is the account of an anonymous British soldier who died in the Braddock Expedition, it was NOT William Blade, all further italisized writing will be flashbacks of William, ok? Ok.

Anywho, on to the story,

William, the young, native Virginian officer, looked over the training of the Virginian Militia. Most of his work was teaching them how to fire, load, and maintain an orderly formation, and then reporting to the British higher-ups. He despised the British. Most of them thought they were better, often calling him a "Colonial dog". He was considered a disgrace after the surrender of Fort Necessity. Necessity was his first battle as an officer, his first loss, and his first taste of disgrace. The memories would not go away.

He continally got flashbacks.

Fort Necessity, 1754

William learned of the recent dispute with Washington and Mackay. They managed to come to a conclusion, but a deep resentment of the British stuck with the Virginians. William met up with Washington, who was outside the fort, overseeing the defences. "Sir, we have just learned that the more Indians have joined the French" William noticed a few soldiers looking over, but he ignored them.

"Washington!"

The Indian known to them as Half-King shouted.

"You expect that little thing upon the meadow to hold out against the French! This is an example of poor, typical, English strategy!"

Half-King seemed to be angry. The Indian had participated in a recent raid on the French, which ended in Half-King murdering a French envoy. William thought he had no room to be critisizing war strategy.

"Half-King, I assure you, we are nearing completion. Hopefully, the fort will be completed in a few days." Washington, in his typical manner, remaned calm.

"We do not have a few days! The French are most likely coming now!" Half-King remarked.

"We cannot leave, the Militia is tired and unprepared, the French would likely catch up with us anyway. At least we'll be prepared for them here" Washington assured Half-King.

"It will not last, and I will not be here to help you" Half-King looked toward his band of Indians, and said something in his native language. The Indians left, and Washington let out a noticeable sigh.

William had not spoken a word since Half-King first argued. After what seemed like a good chunk of time, he told Washington "Sir, the trenches are nearly done." Washington thanked me, then retired into the fort.

"Hey! Wake up you disgraced rat!" A yell came from in front of him. William snapped to attention, in front of him was a British officer. William did not know that he was day dreaming, the memories were so vivid it was like he was there again.

"Sir, what is it, sir?" William asked.

"Get ready, we're launching a raid on a French troop" The officer left, and William picked up his rifle.

He now was going back into the fight. Hopefully, with his old commander, George Washington.

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William found himself in a small squad of around 10 Virginians. Next to them, were some Iriquois Indians. The Redskins carried tomahawks, and a few rifles. Williams squad had rifles only. They squatted, behind rocks and trees, in a dark forest, a single, dirt road in front of them.

Reports had been coming in about a French column marching towards the East Coast. William had been ordered to attack it.

He heard marching and shouting in French nearby. He gave a hand signal to the men with him, they readied their aim, and the Indians prepared their tomahawks.

William pulled out a pistol, and waited.

A good chunk of around 20 men, all in a sort of light-blue, marched down the road, looking only ahead, an officer barking orders. William quickly sprinted to an Indian, and gave it the signal to aim for the officers head.

William stood up, aimed the pistol and shouted "Now!".

Sparks and smoke filled his side of the wood, and the French officer, including around 6 men, fell to the ground. The Indians let out a wooping sound, and charged the remaining men.

William and his Virginians followed. The ensuing melee counted in 1 wounded Indian on Williams side, and the whole French column destroyed.

That is, except for one.

The young Frenchman, bloodied at the chest, crawled towards William. The man was not armed, and seemed to pose no threat. William bent down to try to talk with the man.

William began to ask a question, when the sound of a slash and a groan interrupted him. An Indian had struck the injured Frenchman in the back.

"No prisoners" the Indian muttered out.

William, half shocked, half angry, stayed there, and his mind jumped to a scene back to his early career......


Washingtons camp, Great Meadows, near Fort Duquesne. May, 1754

"Colonel Washington!" William yelled, running towards the officer. "Colonel, a patrol of French troops are making there way here" he had to catch his breath.

"Thank you William, send word to Half-King, we will make sure the patrol doesn't get here" Washington gathered some men.

Later,

William readied his rifle, making sure it was prepared to fire. The French patrol made it's way in front of them, and they opened fire.

The battle lasted less than 15 minutes, and was a victory for the Virginians.

When they went down, 10 French soldiers were dead, the rest were wounded. The French commander, wounded, met with Washington. William was right beside the Colonel.

Washington asked "What is your name?"

The Frenchman replied, in his best English, "I am Joseph Coulon de Jumonville, emissary of my King, Louis XV."

We continued to discuss Joseph's surrender, when we heard a slicing noise, and Joseph fell on the ground, dead. Washington was in shock, I stared in disbelief, as Half-King, blood on him, carrying a tomahawk, had struck the Frenchman in the back of the head.

Half-King, seemingly triumphant, told the dying Joseph, "You are not dead yet my father!"

William was tugged on the shoulder by one of his soldiers, he quickly made sure that there were no surviving French troops, and made his way back to the officers in Virginia.

It was time to call it a day.