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Raid of Revenge: King Philip
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| June 15, 1675
For many years we have lived peacefully with the white people, but now we are at war, so I must defend our rights as people. I must lead my warriors to rise up. The white people have forced us to convert to Christianity and slaughtered our animals for their pointless fur trade. They have made us change our old ways of fixing our hair and the way we dress, to their strange colonial ways. We have been forced to go to church, even if we did not approve of doing so, for they have made it mandatory! 14 years ago they fiendishly poisoned my brother, Alexander. In doing so they have officially made us furious. I am encouraged to carry out this war by the presence of the many warriors from the Nipmuc, Pocumtuc, and Abenaki tribes. We shall attack them in their sleep, even though that I am not a man of hate. It’s just that they have just gone WAY too far with this at this time...WE ATTACK THE VILLAGE AT DAWN!!!.. June 16, 1675 We quickly yet quietly marched in the morning light to the village of Swansea to do one thing and one thing only...to surprise the enemy with over 300 brave warriors. We were ready to fight valiantly even if it meant we would die. It was cold and dark out and our clothes were not warm enough to keep us satisfied, but the heat from our bodies as we fought would sustain us during the most important part of our day. As I walked the dirt filled path I felt quite strange that I was about to invade people’s homes and slaughter them, because my father, Chief Massasoit, did his best to help these people in their time of need. I was having second thoughts about my decision and wondered if I made the right choice. I wondered what he would think of my decision to attack... We were now at the peak of our journey and ready to fight! ATTACK!!!... We broke down doors, killed women and children helpless or not, fought men, killed their animals, and burned their houses. They then brought out their soldiers. We were ready to fight them even though we were still fearful, fearful that we were going to die. Gunfire exploded left and right, blood everywhere, all over my body and all over theirs. Swords clashing, yelling and screaming. We killed Captain Ivan! We killed him with a sharp sword. He fought valiantly. I lost so many of my warriors but I still have many left for future battles. But as I said before, it is all for a good cause. My buckskins were engulfed in blood. I was ice cold. My ears hurt from all the screaming. I regretted even starting the fight but. What is this?! I am a sachem, a Grand Sachem of the Wampanoag - King Philip. I should not be complaining like this. What is wrong with me? We have won our first battle of a possible long war. Thank you my warriors. We head out in a few minutes. We cannot linger here, for the white people’s reinforcements will be upon us and we have lost enough blood today. Tomorrow we journey to Boston to continue our revenge... |
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