You see, much like Caleb, Samuel Whittemore knew who he was. He knew America was the land promised to his people by the Almighty God and Sam Whittemore was willing to go to war with giants to keep it. Whittemore took up an ambush position behind a stone wall along the Lexington Road. Other Menotomy Minute Men formed skirmish lines in preparation to meet the British head on. The Minute Men plead with Samuel to move to a safer spot, but Sam proclaimed, “If I can only be the instrument of killing one of my country's foes, I shall die in peace.” When the British drew near, the Menotomy Minute Men started firing and then retreated out of range to reload their weapons. However, Sam never waivered from his spot behind the stonewall. He waited in his ambush position until the Redcoats were almost right in front of him. At the last possible second, he leapt out. He first fired his musket, he then drew the brace of pistols and at almost point-blank range, fired both pistols. The result was two dead redcoats and one mortally wounded dying on the ground. In between the chaos and smoke, a British soldier was able to close the distance on Samuel. The redcoat fired his musket at Whittemore’s head. The musket ball tore through his cheek, and ripped off most of one side of Sam’s face. The concussion of the muzzle blast threw Whittemore to the ground where a group of British soldiers surrounded and attacked him. For a time, Sam managed to fend off the British bayonets with his sword until a soldier struck him on the head with a musket butt. The soldiers then went mad with rage and bayoneted Samuel 13 times. The people of the town overheard the redcoats as they exclaimed, “We have killed the old rebel bastard!” The British left Menotomy and continued their retreat towards Boston. They paid the price though. The British left 40 of their soldiers dead on the ground and 80 wounded. About four hours later after the last British troops finally disappear in the distance, the Menotomy town people and Minute Men came out of their homes and off their farms in order to collect their wounded and dead. Many fully expected to find Sam Whittemore's body, since a number of them witnessed his fight and saw him fall. Imagine their shock and surprise when they discovered him alive and in the process of reloading his musket, hoping to get one last shot at the retreating Redcoats. Using a door as a makeshift stretcher, the towns people loaded Sam up and carried him to nearby Cooper Tavern. Dr. Nathaniel Tufts from Medford attended Whittemore’s extensive and rather horrific wounds. The townspeople recounted all of this in quite graphic detail in their letters and journals. |
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