My four great grandfather Thomas Fletcher lived in upstate New York right on the Canadian border.
When the War of 1812 kicked off British troops invaded; marching down the road in front of his farmhouse.
Incensed, Thomas grabbed his musket, stood on his front porch, and fired into the British ranks. The British halted then fired a volley that turned Tomas into a pile of goo on his own front porch, then marched on.
Fortunately, his infant son Samuel Fletcher, my three great grandfather, was in a crib in the rear of the farmhouse and was not hit by the return fire.
Self-righteous indignation and impulsiveness are not assets in a gun fight.
Sadly, five generations of filtering DNA have not removed that instinct in me. I can see myself being equally stupid in such a situation.
Think!
When the War of 1812 kicked off British troops invaded; marching down the road in front of his farmhouse.
Incensed, Thomas grabbed his musket, stood on his front porch, and fired into the British ranks. The British halted then fired a volley that turned Tomas into a pile of goo on his own front porch, then marched on.
Fortunately, his infant son Samuel Fletcher, my three great grandfather, was in a crib in the rear of the farmhouse and was not hit by the return fire.
Self-righteous indignation and impulsiveness are not assets in a gun fight.
Sadly, five generations of filtering DNA have not removed that instinct in me. I can see myself being equally stupid in such a situation.
Think!