October 10, 1778
A crisp autumn breeze swept through the park. The dying trees shuddered as the last of their greenery fluttered to the scarred land below. Dense fog blanketed the city, and anyone outside was penetrated by an icy stillness. It was the one of the coldest fall days in recorded history. This seemed mercilessly fitting to the assembled locals.
The man who stood on the platform above them could be identified as an outsider simply by glancing at him. His demeanor was one of deep satisfaction, that smugness that only a victor possesses. This man was British. Finally, he broke the silence.
“In the name of His Majesty King George III, these men are found guilty of multiple counts of murder, destruction of property of the East India Trading Company, and high treason against the Crown. They are hereby sentenced to death.”
Despite their outrage, the stunned masses kept their peace. They all knew the retribution for any more disorder would be swift and deadly. The burned out remains of their once beautiful city served as a constant reminder of that.
The Briton casually nodded to the executioner. The trap doors swung open and a sickening crack rang out across Boston Common.
The lifeless bodies of Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin, George Washington, and John Adams swung in the breeze.
A crisp autumn breeze swept through the park. The dying trees shuddered as the last of their greenery fluttered to the scarred land below. Dense fog blanketed the city, and anyone outside was penetrated by an icy stillness. It was the one of the coldest fall days in recorded history. This seemed mercilessly fitting to the assembled locals.
The man who stood on the platform above them could be identified as an outsider simply by glancing at him. His demeanor was one of deep satisfaction, that smugness that only a victor possesses. This man was British. Finally, he broke the silence.
“In the name of His Majesty King George III, these men are found guilty of multiple counts of murder, destruction of property of the East India Trading Company, and high treason against the Crown. They are hereby sentenced to death.”
Despite their outrage, the stunned masses kept their peace. They all knew the retribution for any more disorder would be swift and deadly. The burned out remains of their once beautiful city served as a constant reminder of that.
The Briton casually nodded to the executioner. The trap doors swung open and a sickening crack rang out across Boston Common.
The lifeless bodies of Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin, George Washington, and John Adams swung in the breeze.