With the cock crow echoing through the valley I knew it was time to wake up. A new day, another chance to help my family, another day to maintain the farm I love so much. Keeping up with such real estate takes a lot of work. With my mother working in Charleston helping the Continental Army cook and sew uniforms for the soldiers. Lately my sister Sophie and I have been managing the plantation. My father left when I was nine to go fight in the north. I don't remember him well, but my mother's sketches give me an idea of ​​who he is. It seems like this war has lasted my entire life. But what I hear from travelers in the northern colonies is that the war is starting to move south to Virginia and the rest of the southern colonies. I think the English have been here for months, camped right under our noses. Since my mother's absence I can no longer have an education. Attending the College Of Charleston gave me a break from work and time to socialize with my classmates. Many of my professors could no longer teach due to the progress of the war and this caused student failure and an increasing dropout rate. The failure of business school left me with only one choice: to return home and start over what I wanted to leave and forget all my life. With the sun barely above saturated South Carolina, I've already been at work for several hours. helping the slaves irrigate the cotton fields is essential early in the morning. if the sun warmed the buckets of water the cotton would die the next day, everything must remain fresh so that the cotton can grow to its full potential. Entering the supply shed I realize that theirs is only... ...half of paper......t to work” a strong cough forced everyone to take a cautious step back. "An arsenal is located right between these trees and a swamp where we can establish camp, come on guys, let's move." Another boy, who looked to be around my age, jumped on Charlie's back with me, without hesitation he acted like we had been friends for years, that's fine with me. Reaching the arsenal was a sight of relief. Holding a musket for the first time was a wonderful experience and a moment I will never forget. in the following months no further agricultural activity would be carried out. I became a regular at Marion and we ended up shocking all the British generals with our surprise attacks. seeing the redcoats cross the North Carolina border only put me and the boys in a spirit of praise. That night there was a huge rally in Charleston, but what made it so amazing was seeing my mother and her beautiful smile.