Save for the fact that I was a soldier, nad the town in possession of the Continental troops instead of redcoats; that we were likely to be a free people instead of subjects who must bow when King George was pleased to lift his finger; that many of the inanimate things we had learned to love had been destroyed, all seemed much as before the siege, and had it not been for the uniforms we wore I could well have fancied it was some other than I who had aided in Ben Scarlett's escape from Boston town.

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