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"General Montgomery gets shot in the neck and Quebec and Quebec, there's a pronunciation. You know what? I mold over that one. Quebec is how you often hear it, right? And that is mental work for me from years. Half of my life for more French speaker visited Quebec, right? Yeah. And for me, it's Quebec. So anyhow, another fun pronunciation note. But point being that's now a scene. So rather than it being a quick George Washington's in Cambridge and Canada is happening, you got that sense. By the way, we're back to Cambridge. All those little condensing moments now allow me to go. It's a story time. And now we are with Montgomery. In Canada. In Canada, as he is torn to shreds by grape shot. And there's Aaron Burr, who I mentioned, he tries to pull off the body, but now you can picture vividly little diminutive almost Aaron Burr trying to drag this burly badass dead general. For whom he's the aide de camp trying to drag him and finally having to realize this is not happening. I'm physically incapable of this. I've got to give it up. By the way, a fun note that maybe should be in an epilogue, but the British gave Montgomery a very respectful internment and his body was eventually returned to New York decades later. Always nice. It is. To hear those little things. Well, and the reason for that, I'll go ahead and know is that Montgomery was a well respected officer in the British military. So that, again, is part of where the revolution is as much a Civil War. We tend to think it as a revolution, and it is, but it's a Civil War. Here is this British officer and so many, the men defending Quebec in that moment. They were heartbroken that he's dead. Yeah. Here's this man that they were fighting. But somebody that they probably knew him. They knew him. They respected him. They felt he had that he'd lost his way, right? Like that. You see this stuff in families, right? All the time. Someone, they leave the family, the family's traditional, whether it's the faith, politics, they go in the career that they weren't supposed to. They moved to a new place. All right, all those things. The love's there, but there's that sense of like, why? But why? That's exactly how, you know, and so they were just like you would be. Yeah, that was you. In some situations. So the British were as heartbroken to see dad. Maybe I'll say yes.
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"aide de camp" Discussed on History That Doesn't Suck
"General Montgomery gets shot in the neck and Quebec and Quebec, there's a pronunciation. You know what? I mold over that one. Quebec is how you often hear it, right? And that is mental work for me from years. Half of my life for more French speaker visited Quebec, right? Yeah. And for me, it's Quebec. So anyhow, another fun pronunciation note. But point being that's now a scene. So rather than it being a quick George Washington's in Cambridge and Canada is happening, you got that sense. By the way, we're back to Cambridge. All those little condensing moments now allow me to go. It's a story time. And now we are with Montgomery. In Canada. In Canada, as he is torn to shreds by grape shot. And there's Aaron Burr, who I mentioned, he tries to pull off the body, but now you can picture vividly little diminutive almost Aaron Burr trying to drag this burly badass dead general. For whom he's the aide de camp trying to drag him and finally having to realize this is not happening. I'm physically incapable of this. I've got to give it up. By the way, a fun note that maybe should be in an epilogue, but the British gave Montgomery a very respectful internment and his body was eventually returned to New York decades later. Always nice. It is. To hear those little things. Well, and the reason for that, I'll go ahead and know is that Montgomery was a well respected officer in the British military. So that, again, is part of where the revolution is as much a Civil War. We tend to think it as a revolution, and it is, but it's a Civil War. Here is this British officer and so many, the men defending Quebec in that moment. They were heartbroken that he's dead. Yeah. Here's this man that they were fighting. But somebody that they probably knew him. They knew him. They respected him. They felt he had that he'd lost his way, right? Like that. You see this stuff in families, right? All the time. Someone, they leave the family, the family's traditional, whether it's the faith, politics, they go in the career that they weren't supposed to. They moved to a new place. All right, all those things. The love's there, but there's that sense of like, why? But why? That's exactly how, you know, and so they were just like you would be. Yeah, that was you. In some situations. So the British were as heartbroken to see dad. Maybe I'll say yes.
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"aide de camp" Discussed on History That Doesn't Suck
"In Boston. George describes this in a letter to his younger brother, John Augustine, Washington, AKA Jack. Once he's a few weeks on the job. I found a mixed multitude of people here, under very little discipline, order, or government. My whole time since I came here, has been employed in throwing up lines of defense. George is pushing seems to be paying off. Around the same time, late July 1775, an old friend of ours from our time in Concord during the last episode. The reverend William Emerson has a fairly different description of the army from that of the British surgeon. Generals Washington and Lee are upon the lines every day. New orders from his excellency are read to the respective regiments every morning after prayers. The strictest government is taking place and great distinction is made between officers and soldiers. Everyone is made to know his place and keep it. It is surprising how much work has been done. George's sad excuse for an army is still nothing compared to the British. But he's moving things in the right direction. And do you know what else is remarkable? George is winning over these new englanders. See, despite the description of drunkenness, these free spirited and independent new englanders have a strong work ethic and respect frugality. They step up and although George is a man of hierarchy and order who believes troops and commanders need to avoid familiarity, he wastes nothing and is constantly encamped. As he suffers right along with those under his command, here in their respect. Indeed, as the men get to know him, they see what Connecticut congressional delegate, a life lit dyer sees in describing George as, quote, discreet and virtuous, no harem scare morante, swearing fellow, but sober, steady, and calm. They get why Patrick Henry calls his fellow virginian, a man of quote him, no pretensions to eloquence, solid judgment, and information. They agree with their fellow new englander Abigail Adams, who, in writing to her husband, John, describes George by alluding to the queen of sheba's praise for the wise king Solomon in first kings ten 7. Quote Abigail. I was struck with general Washington. You had prepared me to entertain a favorable opinion of him, but I thought the one half was not told me. Dignity with ease and complacency, the gentleman and soldier look agreeably blended in him. Yeah, George is humble, likeable, and frankly, chime in as hell. At 1775 wears on, this Congress imposed southerner is gaining the trust and confidence of these Yankees. But even with robust, intimidating defensive lines and drilling, all is not well with the Continental Army. Now in the last months of the year, enlistments are expiring. Exhausted men want to head home and thousands do. By New Year's Eve, George literally doesn't have enough troops to man all of his defenses. He's afraid the British will realize how weak they are and take him on. Perhaps the general can hope for good news from Canada. I realize that might sound out of the blue, but the Patriots are invading Canada right now. And there are good reasons. Taking Canada would deprive the British military of a staging ground for attacking the colonies. Further, might this region home to 80,000 French speaking abysmal, who are only somewhat recently subjects of the British Crown because of you guessed it. The French and Indian or 7 years war prove a 14th rebellious colony on this very same New Year's Eve that has George stretched so thin in Cambridge. This question is all but being answered with a decisive battle up north. It's 2 a.m., December 31st, 1775. Roughly 1000 American troops are pushing their way through deep snow drifts and freezing, whipping winds, just outside Quebec, Canada. Oh, this is not what Congress had in mind. When it gave general Philip Schuyler, the green light to invade back in June. But Philip made a mistakes, got sick. It was September before his second in command, Brigadier general Richard Montgomery took over. Mid November by the time he then took fort saint Jean and Montreal and still two more weeks before this brilliant Irish foreign leader could join his forces with those sent by George Washington under the command of colonel Benedict Arnold. Thus it was that these two young and bold commanders found themselves just outside the Canadian capital of Quebec, in December, with only two weeks before end of year expiring enlistments would all but end their already depleted army. And thus it is that they're taking advantage of this blinding blizzard to attack the city before those enlistments and in less than 24 hours. It's now about 5 a.m.. With the frozen saint Lawrence river behind them, the divided American strike convicts lower town from opposite ends. On the north side, Benedict Arnold boldly leads the way. Until a musket ball crashes into his left leg. It's bad. His red hot blood seeps into the thick white snow. He yells out encouragement, cheering his men to advance, even as two soldiers supporting the colonel's body, pull him away. 7 years war veteran Daniel Morgan and his sharpshooting rifleman dash forward, shattering defenses, but they find no support behind them. Not in time, at least. The attack collapses. Daniel and many others are taken prisoner. Meanwhile, on the south side, Richard Montgomery is leading his Vanguard in an attack against a blockhouse. That is, until British artillery fire grape shot that rips through his thigh groin and chin. The fallen general's faithful aide de camp, a 19 year old officer named Aaron Burr, reaches the commander as a life disappears from his eyes. All by himself, Aaron tries to recover the general's body. But the teen just isn't strong enough to drag the lifeless commander through the deep snow, and is forced to leave Richard Montgomery's body as the Americans retreat. Four hundred Americans are taken prisoner. Scores more are dead. And they've lost general Richard Montgomery. Meanwhile, the 1700 strong British defenders have suffered only 20 casualties. What a disaster for the Patriots. Congress will yet send thousands of reinforcements, but in the months ahead, rampant smallpox described by John Adams as ten times more terrible than Britain's Canadians and Indians together. Will soon force the complete abandonment of this campaign and retreat to New York. From Cambridge to Canada. It appears nothing is going to patriots way as they enter the year of 1776. On New Year's Day, January 1st, 1776, George Washington has a flag raised among his army's fortifications on Somerville's prospect hill. Though some scholars will later argue over its exact design, many historians will stand by the traditional understanding that it has a union Jack in the top left corner and 13 stripes. One for each colony in this united rebellion. A fitting representation of British subjects wrestling with their national identity, particularly as ships from London are just bringing news of the king's proclamation of rebellion. But knowing how meager George's forces are, some write coats in Boston genuinely misconstrue this new and unfamiliar banner as a flag of surrender. Yet, George is starting to bounce back. Second in command Charles Lee's attempt to re enlist men with angry death threats late last year didn't help. There's a reason Native Americans call this ill tempered general boiling water, but half of the 7000 soldiers whose enlistments expire in January sign on again. Meanwhile, new faces are showing up. Most are still locals, but some are southerners, which helps to make this less of a new englander and more an actual Continental Army. Further, the desperate need for troops pushed George at the end of last year to overturn an earlier order, denying black Americans the ability to enlist in the army. George's initial opposition is lamentable, but not surprising. Born and raised in a slaveholding family and the inheritor of a plantation, Georgia absorbed the prejudices that presently have most southerners opposed to the idea of black soldiers. But pressed by necessity and exposed to new thinking as George's biographer Ron chernow puts it to the tolerance of his New England men. The virginian commander reverses his earlier decision. Free black men will continue to fight, including our bunker hill hero Salem poor, who will suffer at valley forge and see some of the bloodiest, most decisive battles of the war. In fact, at any given time, 6 to 12% of the Continental Army will be black. So this policy changes not only good personal growth for George, who will continue to grow bit by bit as he witnesses the valor of black troops in years to come. It's a crucial change for the cause of America. But even though the Continental Army is rebuilding in early January 1776, it still lacks the strength to do what its bold commander really wants to do. Drive the red coats out of Boston and ride into the sea. Ah, the British Army. We haven't paid much attention to this impressive fighting force holding Boston since we first witnessed the brutal June 1775 battle of bunker hill at the start of this episode. So let's pick up by noting a serious change in leadership. You remember general slash Massachusetts governor Thomas gage, right? Of course you do. We got to know him quite well in episodes 5 and 6. Well, he's out as the commander of British forces in North America. Although bunker hill was a technical victory, the high cost in British casualties didn't reflect well. So in October, blundering Tom, as his men have taken to calling him, was replaced in Boston by the general whom we met on the ground at bunker hill. William Howe. He'll be with us for a long time. Let's get to know him as well. As I mentioned briefly at the start of this episode, this tall, dark enhancing English man, is no stranger to North America. As a young lieutenant colonel, William Howe commanded light infantry at Quebec, that fateful day in September, 1759, when, just outside the city's walls, on the plains of Abraham, British general James Wolfe, bested French general Louis montcalm and effectively ended French power in North America. Treaties ending the French and Indian, or 7 years war, soon formalized this new reality. Now in his mid 40s and a general, William Howe is a bit softer in the middle. Can be a procrastinator and is a man of indulgence. In fact, word has it that sequestered in Boston. He's having an affair with Elizabeth Lloyd loring. And with her husband's blessing no less. People are calling Elizabeth, Billy Howe's Cleopatra. But don't let his charm or penchant for pleasure disarm you. His skill and bravery in battle is unmatched. That said, in early January 1776, we are on any battlefields. We have a stalemate. General Billy Howe and his maybe 7 to 8000 men are hunkered down in Boston. They've of course fortified the Boston neck, which, short of the Charles river freezing over, is the only way the rebels could attack this port city at the end of a thin Peninsula. The British also still hold bunker hill on the charlestown Peninsula to Boston's north, and have likewise fortified it. So Billy Howe's forces are secure, yet they're also trapped in Boston. Who better trained than the continentals in patriot militiamen, the redcoats are fewer in number, independent on British ships for reinforcements and supplies. In fact, these rationing men are surviving the harsh New England winter by cutting down trees to burn as fuel, including the Patriots beloved liberty tree that I've told you about in previous episodes. So even as a frustrated George Washington goes out to the bay and jumps on the ice, testing and hoping to find it strong enough to hold an attacking army. Neither side can launch a confident attack. They appear to be at an impasse. Until Henry Knox shows up with a ridiculous amount of cannons, that is. Boston born and bred, 25 year old Henry Knox is known for being the life of the party. He's a big dude for the era. He's over 6 feet tall and weighs in over 250 pounds. But don't let his jovial nature or size fool you. He's brawn and brains. Henry's been hustling and working to help support his mom and family since his dad disappeared in the West Indies when he was only 9 years old. Eventually he opened a bookstore in Boston called the London bookstore, with all the latest and greatest from the empire's capital. He did well. His shop became a hangout for British officers and loyalist ladies alike. Henry had no experience as a soldier before the war, but his bookworm weighs included books on military science. Henry rocked it at the battle of bunker hill, is now a colonel in the Continental Army and becoming a fast friend of George Washington. That all said, what's up with these cannons? Well, remember fort ticonderoga from the last episode? I only mentioned it briefly, so I'll remind you that this French then British fortification sits on the edge of colonial New York's disputed boundary. On the southwest shore of Lake champlain, and half a year back, on May 10th, 1775, Benedict Arnold and Ethan Allen seized it. It was loaded with cannons from the 7 years war, and back on November 16th, Henry began the journey from Cambridge to this isolated fort. He arrived on December 5th, intent upon taking many of those guns back to Massachusetts bay. It's hard to overstate Henry Knox's accomplishment here. Traversing 300 miles of mountain passes frozen rivers and terrible roads, this bookworm colonel leads hundreds of men in transporting nearly 60 guns. Just over 40 cannons and over a dozen mortars from fort ticonderoga to the Continental Army outside of Boston. Some of these weigh over 5000 pounds altogether, they are an astonishing 120,000 pounds. The feet requires boats, 42 massive sleds, 80 yoke of oxen, and a difficult rescue mission win as Henry tells us in his journal the heaviest cannon falls into the river at half moon ferry. Grateful for the assistance of locals from Albany in recovering this gun, the colonel names this cannon, the Albany and their honor. Yet, despite these challenges, not a single gun is lost. In late January, as news of the American defeat at Quebec and copies of Thomas paine's common sense circulate, George Washington gratefully welcomes Henry Knox in his veritable arsenal into camp. Looks like the nature of this stalemate just radically changed. Over the following month, Henry's guns are placed on the American lines. George, however, wants to take the fight to the red coats. He summons his council of war and lays out a plan to cross the now frozen channel and attack British occupied Boston. Wisely, the council rejects the plan. And that leads to a far better idea. Let's talk geography for a moment. We've already seen in this episode that Boston is at the end of a Peninsula, and that to its north is another Peninsula. That more northern one, again, is where you'll find bunker hill. Still held by the redcoats just like Boston itself. But right now, in 1776, so very long before Boston's future decision to fill in and dramatically expand its landmass. The region has yet another clearly visible third Peninsula to the south of the city. This is the dorchester Peninsula, and on it are some hills that reach over 100 feet in elevation, known as the heights. Like the hills on the charlestown Peninsula, dorchester heights is high enough for canon to threaten the right coats in Boston. But unlike the northern Peninsula, the procrastinating general William Howe hasn't bothered to fortify down here. Now that we know the lay of the land, here's the plan. The Continental Army will build fortifications and play some of Henry Knox's cannons on dorchester heights. Thereby threatening the British in Boston. But here's the catch. This must be done under the cover of a single night. That's the only way general Howe's army doesn't come up and stop them. How can George Washington's men fortify the hill when they can't dig in the frozen ground though? Well, lieutenant colonel Rufus putnam has been reading a book called molars field engineer, which suggests that in this situation an army builds its fortifications off site. Auxin can then haul these defenses into place before the morning dawns. Not bad for a pre industrial society. Prefab at its finest. Ingenious. George has been spend the next few weeks building wooden frames to later fill with hay and bundles of sticks. They also fill barrels with dirt. If general Howe's men try to charge up the hill, these things will be rolled down on his troops. That's right, just like the old school donkey Kong arcade. In all seriousness though, the Patriots know that fortifying the hills of dorchester heights could unleash a bloodbath. Just like when they fortified bunker hill in a single night. As such, George Washington is preparing for hard fighting. He's also readying three of his best generals with 4000 troops in Cambridge. Assuming the British attack dorchester heights after its fortified, these generals and their men will be waiting for a signal from the roxbury church steeple to take to the boats in Russia across the thawing waters in mountain amphibious attack on defenseless Boston. Yeah, this could get ugly. The hospital in Cambridge is preparing accordingly. As the day of this bold move approaches, a nervous George calms his mind by catching up on his correspondence. This includes a young black woman in Providence Rhode Island, the poet Phyllis wheatley. She recently wrote a poem for George praising and encouraging him. He writes back on February 28th, 1776. If you should ever come to Cambridge or near headquarters, I shall be happy to see a person so favored by the muses. And only a few days after writing these words, the virginian commander makes his move to break the stalemate. It's midnight, march 2nd, 1776. Continental cannons opened fire on the British. Right vote artillery answer and kind. The loud, thundering guns, Nina sleek less night for many in the Boston area, including Abigail Adams. Only miles away from the cannons, her home in Braintree shapes. But no real damage is done anywhere. George is merely distracting the British. March 3rd, the cannonade continues. The reverend William Gordon will later report that about half a dozen soldiers lost their limbs. March 4th for the third night in a row, continental guns scream at the British. And once again, British guns reply. But tonight is different. Tonight, these roaring guns cover movement on the dorchester Peninsula. Ever so quietly, more quietly than the cannonade, at least. General John Thomas leads 2000 men to the dorchester causeway. 800 of them provide cover, but seeing no red coats, the remaining 1200 get to work. With the assistance of over 300 ox carts, they silently and stealthily move their tools, guns, 700 to 800 bundles of sticks, wooden frames, dirt filled barrels, hay bells, and other items that constitute their prefab fortifications up the steep frozen hills of dorchester heights. Most important though are the 20 or more cannons from fort ticonderoga. Still making as little noise as possible. They work under the moonlight. And by 10 p.m., have two functional forts, one on each of the heights two hills. By 3 a.m., the exhausted, freezing soldiers are finished. They go rest as 3000 fresh troops replace them on the hill. It's now daybreak, March 5th. After enjoying a night of drinking, general William Howe and his men wake up in Boston, absolutely stunned. Looking across the water, they see the fortifications on dorchester heights. According to the reverend William Gordon, quote, general Howe was seen to scratch his head and heard to say by those that were about him, that he did not know what he should do. That the provincials had done more work in one night than his whole army would have done in 6 months. Another officer staring in wonder at the overnight fortifications finds himself thinking as he later puts it of the Genie belonging to Aladdin's wonderful lamp. More than that, though, this officer grasps the real threat these rebels now pose. Quote, from these hills, they command the whole town so that we must drive them from their post or dessert the place. British cannons opened fire on the patriot held hills of dorchester heights. It's of no use. But still, sitting in range of the continentals cannons, general Howe knows he must respond. He decides to attack. Boston's long wharf soon teams with thousands of red coats preparing to ship out. And as they think back on the last time they fought these colonials for a Peninsula, that bloody, deadly battle of bunker hill, good God. Somewhat vengeance, but others feel like sheep going to the slaughter. Clad in his blue coat, mounted on his steed, George Washington inspects the work of his men atop dorchester heights. The parapets are in place. The cannons are prepared. The barrels are ready to roll. The right coats are in a state of pandemonium far below in Boston. It's perfection. Blood may flow today, but if it does, it will be on George's terms. The Virginia commander bell is out to his troops. Remember, it is the 5th of March and avenge the death of your brethren. George's words serve, as the reverend William Gordon would later write, like fresh fuel to the martial fire. And why is that? Because George's man know exactly who those brethren are. He's talking about avenging Samuel gray. Avenging James Caldwell. And Samuel maverick and Patrick Carr and Christmas addicts. Because today, March 5th, 1776, makes exactly 6 years since captain Thomas Preston's redcoats killed these 5 men in the Boston massacre. The pain is still fresh in the hearts of George's predominantly new englander men. Some of whom like Henry Knox were there that night. And now, with their minds focused on their fallen brethren, these new englanders and their brothers in arms from sister colonies stand, muskets and cannon at the ready, impatient to greet the British attack. History that doesn't suck is created and hosted by me, Greg Jackson. Episode researched and written by Greg Jackson, production by airship. Sound designed by Molly Bach, theme music composed by Greg Jackson, arrangement and additional composition by Lindsey Graham airship. For bibliography of all primary and secondary sources consulted in writing this episode. Visit HTTPS podcast dot com. HTTPS is supported by fans at Patreon dot com slash history that doesn't suck. 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"In Boston. George describes this in a letter to his younger brother, John Augustine, Washington, AKA Jack. Once he's a few weeks on the job. I found a mixed multitude of people here, under very little discipline, order, or government. My whole time since I came here, has been employed in throwing up lines of defense. George is pushing seems to be paying off. Around the same time, late July 1775, an old friend of ours from our time in Concord during the last episode. The reverend William Emerson has a fairly different description of the army from that of the British surgeon. Generals Washington and Lee are upon the lines every day. New orders from his excellency are read to the respective regiments every morning after prayers. The strictest government is taking place and great distinction is made between officers and soldiers. Everyone is made to know his place and keep it. It is surprising how much work has been done. George's sad excuse for an army is still nothing compared to the British. But he's moving things in the right direction. And do you know what else is remarkable? George is winning over these new englanders. See, despite the description of drunkenness, these free spirited and independent new englanders have a strong work ethic and respect frugality. They step up and although George is a man of hierarchy and order who believes troops and commanders need to avoid familiarity, he wastes nothing and is constantly encamped. As he suffers right along with those under his command, here in their respect. Indeed, as the men get to know him, they see what Connecticut congressional delegate, a life lit dyer sees in describing George as, quote, discreet and virtuous, no harem scare morante, swearing fellow, but sober, steady, and calm. They get why Patrick Henry calls his fellow virginian, a man of quote him, no pretensions to eloquence, solid judgment, and information. They agree with their fellow new englander Abigail Adams, who, in writing to her husband, John, describes George by alluding to the queen of sheba's praise for the wise king Solomon in first kings ten 7. Quote Abigail. I was struck with general Washington. You had prepared me to entertain a favorable opinion of him, but I thought the one half was not told me. Dignity with ease and complacency, the gentleman and soldier look agreeably blended in him. Yeah, George is humble, likeable, and frankly, chime in as hell. At 1775 wears on, this Congress imposed southerner is gaining the trust and confidence of these Yankees. But even with robust, intimidating defensive lines and drilling, all is not well with the Continental Army. Now in the last months of the year, enlistments are expiring. Exhausted men want to head home and thousands do. By New Year's Eve, George literally doesn't have enough troops to man all of his defenses. He's afraid the British will realize how weak they are and take him on. Perhaps the general can hope for good news from Canada. I realize that might sound out of the blue, but the Patriots are invading Canada right now. And there are good reasons. Taking Canada would deprive the British military of a staging ground for attacking the colonies. Further, might this region home to 80,000 French speaking abysmal, who are only somewhat recently subjects of the British Crown because of you guessed it. The French and Indian or 7 years war prove a 14th rebellious colony on this very same New Year's Eve that has George stretched so thin in Cambridge. This question is all but being answered with a decisive battle up north. It's 2 a.m., December 31st, 1775. Roughly 1000 American troops are pushing their way through deep snow drifts and freezing, whipping winds, just outside Quebec, Canada. Oh, this is not what Congress had in mind. When it gave general Philip Schuyler, the green light to invade back in June. But Philip made a mistakes, got sick. It was September before his second in command, Brigadier general Richard Montgomery took over. Mid November by the time he then took fort saint Jean and Montreal and still two more weeks before this brilliant Irish foreign leader could join his forces with those sent by George Washington under the command of colonel Benedict Arnold. Thus it was that these two young and bold commanders found themselves just outside the Canadian capital of Quebec, in December, with only two weeks before end of year expiring enlistments would all but end their already depleted army. And thus it is that they're taking advantage of this blinding blizzard to attack the city before those enlistments and in less than 24 hours. It's now about 5 a.m.. With the frozen saint Lawrence river behind them, the divided American strike convicts lower town from opposite ends. On the north side, Benedict Arnold boldly leads the way. Until a musket ball crashes into his left leg. It's bad. His red hot blood seeps into the thick white snow. He yells out encouragement, cheering his men to advance, even as two soldiers supporting the colonel's body, pull him away. 7 years war veteran Daniel Morgan and his sharpshooting rifleman dash forward, shattering defenses, but they find no support behind them. Not in time, at least. The attack collapses. Daniel and many others are taken prisoner. Meanwhile, on the south side, Richard Montgomery is leading his Vanguard in an attack against a blockhouse. That is, until British artillery fire grape shot that rips through his thigh groin and chin. The fallen general's faithful aide de camp, a 19 year old officer named Aaron Burr, reaches the commander as a life disappears from his eyes. All by himself, Aaron tries to recover the general's body. But the teen just isn't strong enough to drag the lifeless commander through the deep snow, and is forced to leave Richard Montgomery's body as the Americans retreat. Four hundred Americans are taken prisoner. Scores more are dead. And they've lost general Richard Montgomery. Meanwhile, the 1700 strong British defenders have suffered only 20 casualties. What a disaster for the Patriots. Congress will yet send thousands of reinforcements, but in the months ahead, rampant smallpox described by John Adams as ten times more terrible than Britain's Canadians and Indians together. Will soon force the complete abandonment of this campaign and retreat to New York. From Cambridge to Canada. It appears nothing is going to patriots way as they enter the year of 1776. On New Year's Day, January 1st, 1776, George Washington has a flag raised among his army's fortifications on Somerville's prospect hill. Though some scholars will later argue over its exact design, many historians will stand by the traditional understanding that it has a union Jack in the top left corner and 13 stripes. One for each colony in this united rebellion. A fitting representation of British subjects wrestling with their national identity, particularly as ships from London are just bringing news of the king's proclamation of rebellion. But knowing how meager George's forces are, some write coats in Boston genuinely misconstrue this new and unfamiliar banner as a flag of surrender. Yet, George is starting to bounce back. Second in command Charles Lee's attempt to re enlist men with angry death threats late last year didn't help. There's a reason Native Americans call this ill tempered general boiling water, but half of the 7000 soldiers whose enlistments expire in January sign on again. Meanwhile, new faces are showing up. Most are still locals, but some are southerners, which helps to make this less of a new englander and more an actual Continental Army. Further, the desperate need for troops pushed George at the end of last year to overturn an earlier order, denying black Americans the ability to enlist in the army. George's initial opposition is lamentable, but not surprising. Born and raised in a slaveholding family and the inheritor of a plantation, Georgia absorbed the prejudices that presently have most southerners opposed to the idea of black soldiers. But pressed by necessity and exposed to new thinking as George's biographer Ron chernow puts it to the tolerance of his New England men. The virginian commander reverses his earlier decision. Free black men will continue to fight, including our bunker hill hero Salem poor, who will suffer at valley forge and see some of the bloodiest, most decisive battles of the war. In fact, at any given time, 6 to 12% of the Continental Army will be black. So this policy changes not only good personal growth for George, who will continue to grow bit by bit as he witnesses the valor of black troops in years to come. It's a crucial change for the cause of America. But even though the Continental Army is rebuilding in early January 1776, it still lacks the strength to do what its bold commander really wants to do. Drive the red coats out of Boston and ride into the sea. Ah, the British Army. We haven't paid much attention to this impressive fighting force holding Boston since we first witnessed the brutal June 1775 battle of bunker hill at the start of this episode. So let's pick up by noting a serious change in leadership. You remember general slash Massachusetts governor Thomas gage, right? Of course you do. We got to know him quite well in episodes 5 and 6. Well, he's out as the commander of British forces in North America. Although bunker hill was a technical victory, the high cost in British casualties didn't reflect well. So in October, blundering Tom, as his men have taken to calling him, was replaced in Boston by the general whom we met on the ground at bunker hill. William Howe. He'll be with us for a long time. Let's get to know him as well. As I mentioned briefly at the start of this episode, this tall, dark enhancing English man, is no stranger to North America. As a young lieutenant colonel, William Howe commanded light infantry at Quebec, that fateful day in September, 1759, when, just outside the city's walls, on the plains of Abraham, British general James Wolfe, bested French general Louis montcalm and effectively ended French power in North America. Treaties ending the French and Indian, or 7 years war, soon formalized this new reality. Now in his mid 40s and a general, William Howe is a bit softer in the middle. Can be a procrastinator and is a man of indulgence. In fact, word has it that sequestered in Boston. He's having an affair with Elizabeth Lloyd loring. And with her husband's blessing no less. People are calling Elizabeth, Billy Howe's Cleopatra. But don't let his charm or penchant for pleasure disarm you. His skill and bravery in battle is unmatched. That said, in early January 1776, we are on any battlefields. We have a stalemate. General Billy Howe and his maybe 7 to 8000 men are hunkered down in Boston. They've of course fortified the Boston neck, which, short of the Charles river freezing over, is the only way the rebels could attack this port city at the end of a thin Peninsula. The British also still hold bunker hill on the charlestown Peninsula to Boston's north, and have likewise fortified it. So Billy Howe's forces are secure, yet they're also trapped in Boston. Who better trained than the continentals in patriot militiamen, the redcoats are fewer in number, independent on British ships for reinforcements and supplies. In fact, these rationing men are surviving the harsh New England winter by cutting down trees to burn as fuel, including the Patriots beloved liberty tree that I've told you about in previous episodes. So even as a frustrated George Washington goes out to the bay and jumps on the ice, testing and hoping to find it strong enough to hold an attacking army. Neither side can launch a confident attack. They appear to be at an impasse. Until Henry Knox shows up with a ridiculous amount of cannons, that is. Boston born and bred, 25 year old Henry Knox is known for being the life of the party. He's a big dude for the era. He's over 6 feet tall and weighs in over 250 pounds. But don't let his jovial nature or size fool you. He's brawn and brains. Henry's been hustling and working to help support his mom and family since his dad disappeared in the West Indies when he was only 9 years old. Eventually he opened a bookstore in Boston called the London bookstore, with all the latest and greatest from the empire's capital. He did well. His shop became a hangout for British officers and loyalist ladies alike. Henry had no experience as a soldier before the war, but his bookworm weighs included books on military science. Henry rocked it at the battle of bunker hill, is now a colonel in the Continental Army and becoming a fast friend of George Washington. That all said, what's up with these cannons? Well, remember fort ticonderoga from the last episode? I only mentioned it briefly, so I'll remind you that this French then British fortification sits on the edge of colonial New York's disputed boundary. On the southwest shore of Lake champlain, and half a year back, on May 10th, 1775, Benedict Arnold and Ethan Allen seized it. It was loaded with cannons from the 7 years war, and back on November 16th, Henry began the journey from Cambridge to this isolated fort. He arrived on December 5th, intent upon taking many of those guns back to Massachusetts bay. It's hard to overstate Henry Knox's accomplishment here. Traversing 300 miles of mountain passes frozen rivers and terrible roads, this bookworm colonel leads hundreds of men in transporting nearly 60 guns. Just over 40 cannons and over a dozen mortars from fort ticonderoga to the Continental Army outside of Boston. Some of these weigh over 5000 pounds altogether, they are an astonishing 120,000 pounds. The feet requires boats, 42 massive sleds, 80 yoke of oxen, and a difficult rescue mission win as Henry tells us in his journal the heaviest cannon falls into the river at half moon ferry. Grateful for the assistance of locals from Albany in recovering this gun, the colonel names this cannon, the Albany and their honor. Yet, despite these challenges, not a single gun is lost. In late January, as news of the American defeat at Quebec and copies of Thomas paine's common sense circulate, George Washington gratefully welcomes Henry Knox in his veritable arsenal into camp. Looks like the nature of this stalemate just radically changed. Over the following month, Henry's guns are placed on the American lines. George, however, wants to take the fight to the red coats. He summons his council of war and lays out a plan to cross the now frozen channel and attack British occupied Boston. Wisely, the council rejects the plan. And that leads to a far better idea. Let's talk geography for a moment. We've already seen in this episode that Boston is at the end of a Peninsula, and that to its north is another Peninsula. That more northern one, again, is where you'll find bunker hill. Still held by the redcoats just like Boston itself. But right now, in 1776, so very long before Boston's future decision to fill in and dramatically expand its landmass. The region has yet another clearly visible third Peninsula to the south of the city. This is the dorchester Peninsula, and on it are some hills that reach over 100 feet in elevation, known as the heights. Like the hills on the charlestown Peninsula, dorchester heights is high enough for canon to threaten the right coats in Boston. But unlike the northern Peninsula, the procrastinating general William Howe hasn't bothered to fortify down here. Now that we know the lay of the land, here's the plan. The Continental Army will build fortifications and play some of Henry Knox's cannons on dorchester heights. Thereby threatening the British in Boston. But here's the catch. This must be done under the cover of a single night. That's the only way general Howe's army doesn't come up and stop them. How can George Washington's men fortify the hill when they can't dig in the frozen ground though? Well, lieutenant colonel Rufus putnam has been reading a book called molars field engineer, which suggests that in this situation an army builds its fortifications off site. Auxin can then haul these defenses into place before the morning dawns. Not bad for a pre industrial society. Prefab at its finest. Ingenious. George has been spend the next few weeks building wooden frames to later fill with hay and bundles of sticks. They also fill barrels with dirt. If general Howe's men try to charge up the hill, these things will be rolled down on his troops. That's right, just like the old school donkey Kong arcade. In all seriousness though, the Patriots know that fortifying the hills of dorchester heights could unleash a bloodbath. Just like when they fortified bunker hill in a single night. As such, George Washington is preparing for hard fighting. He's also readying three of his best generals with 4000 troops in Cambridge. Assuming the British attack dorchester heights after its fortified, these generals and their men will be waiting for a signal from the roxbury church steeple to take to the boats in Russia across the thawing waters in mountain amphibious attack on defenseless Boston. Yeah, this could get ugly. The hospital in Cambridge is preparing accordingly. As the day of this bold move approaches, a nervous George calms his mind by catching up on his correspondence. This includes a young black woman in Providence Rhode Island, the poet Phyllis wheatley. She recently wrote a poem for George praising and encouraging him. He writes back on February 28th, 1776. If you should ever come to Cambridge or near headquarters, I shall be happy to see a person so favored by the muses. And only a few days after writing these words, the virginian commander makes his move to break the stalemate. It's midnight, march 2nd, 1776. Continental cannons opened fire on the British. Right vote artillery answer and kind. The loud, thundering guns, Nina sleek less night for many in the Boston area, including Abigail Adams. Only miles away from the cannons, her home in Braintree shapes. But no real damage is done anywhere. George is merely distracting the British. March 3rd, the cannonade continues. The reverend William Gordon will later report that about half a dozen soldiers lost their limbs. March 4th for the third night in a row, continental guns scream at the British. And once again, British guns reply. But tonight is different. Tonight, these roaring guns cover movement on the dorchester Peninsula. Ever so quietly, more quietly than the cannonade, at least. General John Thomas leads 2000 men to the dorchester causeway. 800 of them provide cover, but seeing no red coats, the remaining 1200 get to work. With the assistance of over 300 ox carts, they silently and stealthily move their tools, guns, 700 to 800 bundles of sticks, wooden frames, dirt filled barrels, hay bells, and other items that constitute their prefab fortifications up the steep frozen hills of dorchester heights. Most important though are the 20 or more cannons from fort ticonderoga. Still making as little noise as possible. They work under the moonlight. And by 10 p.m., have two functional forts, one on each of the heights two hills. By 3 a.m., the exhausted, freezing soldiers are finished. They go rest as 3000 fresh troops replace them on the hill. It's now daybreak, March 5th. After enjoying a night of drinking, general William Howe and his men wake up in Boston, absolutely stunned. Looking across the water, they see the fortifications on dorchester heights. According to the reverend William Gordon, quote, general Howe was seen to scratch his head and heard to say by those that were about him, that he did not know what he should do. That the provincials had done more work in one night than his whole army would have done in 6 months. Another officer staring in wonder at the overnight fortifications finds himself thinking as he later puts it of the Genie belonging to Aladdin's wonderful lamp. More than that, though, this officer grasps the real threat these rebels now pose. Quote, from these hills, they command the whole town so that we must drive them from their post or dessert the place. British cannons opened fire on the patriot held hills of dorchester heights. It's of no use. But still, sitting in range of the continentals cannons, general Howe knows he must respond. He decides to attack. Boston's long wharf soon teams with thousands of red coats preparing to ship out. And as they think back on the last time they fought these colonials for a Peninsula, that bloody, deadly battle of bunker hill, good God. Somewhat vengeance, but others feel like sheep going to the slaughter. Clad in his blue coat, mounted on his steed, George Washington inspects the work of his men atop dorchester heights. The parapets are in place. The cannons are prepared. The barrels are ready to roll. The right coats are in a state of pandemonium far below in Boston. It's perfection. Blood may flow today, but if it does, it will be on George's terms. The Virginia commander bell is out to his troops. Remember, it is the 5th of March and avenge the death of your brethren. George's words serve, as the reverend William Gordon would later write, like fresh fuel to the martial fire. And why is that? Because George's man know exactly who those brethren are. He's talking about avenging Samuel gray. Avenging James Caldwell. And Samuel maverick and Patrick Carr and Christmas addicts. Because today, March 5th, 1776, makes exactly 6 years since captain Thomas Preston's redcoats killed these 5 men in the Boston massacre. The pain is still fresh in the hearts of George's predominantly new englander men. Some of whom like Henry Knox were there that night. And now, with their minds focused on their fallen brethren, these new englanders and their brothers in arms from sister colonies stand, muskets and cannon at the ready, impatient to greet the British attack. History that doesn't suck is created and hosted by me, Greg Jackson. Episode researched and written by Greg Jackson, production by airship. Sound designed by Molly Bach, theme music composed by Greg Jackson, arrangement and additional composition by Lindsey Graham airship. For bibliography of all primary and secondary sources consulted in writing this episode. Visit HTTPS podcast dot com. HTTPS is supported by fans at Patreon dot com slash history that doesn't suck. 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"In Boston. George describes this in a letter to his younger brother, John Augustine, Washington, AKA Jack. Once he's a few weeks on the job. I found a mixed multitude of people here, under very little discipline, order, or government. My whole time since I came here, has been employed in throwing up lines of defense. George is pushing seems to be paying off. Around the same time, late July 1775, an old friend of ours from our time in Concord during the last episode. The reverend William Emerson has a fairly different description of the army from that of the British surgeon. Generals Washington and Lee are upon the lines every day. New orders from his excellency are read to the respective regiments every morning after prayers. The strictest government is taking place and great distinction is made between officers and soldiers. Everyone is made to know his place and keep it. It is surprising how much work has been done. George's sad excuse for an army is still nothing compared to the British. But he's moving things in the right direction. And do you know what else is remarkable? George is winning over these new englanders. See, despite the description of drunkenness, these free spirited and independent new englanders have a strong work ethic and respect frugality. They step up and although George is a man of hierarchy and order who believes troops and commanders need to avoid familiarity, he wastes nothing and is constantly encamped. As he suffers right along with those under his command, here in their respect. Indeed, as the men get to know him, they see what Connecticut congressional delegate, a life lit dyer sees in describing George as, quote, discreet and virtuous, no harem scare morante, swearing fellow, but sober, steady, and calm. They get why Patrick Henry calls his fellow virginian, a man of quote him, no pretensions to eloquence, solid judgment, and information. They agree with their fellow new englander Abigail Adams, who, in writing to her husband, John, describes George by alluding to the queen of sheba's praise for the wise king Solomon in first kings ten 7. Quote Abigail. I was struck with general Washington. You had prepared me to entertain a favorable opinion of him, but I thought the one half was not told me. Dignity with ease and complacency, the gentleman and soldier look agreeably blended in him. Yeah, George is humble, likeable, and frankly, chime in as hell. At 1775 wears on, this Congress imposed southerner is gaining the trust and confidence of these Yankees. But even with robust, intimidating defensive lines and drilling, all is not well with the Continental Army. Now in the last months of the year, enlistments are expiring. Exhausted men want to head home and thousands do. By New Year's Eve, George literally doesn't have enough troops to man all of his defenses. He's afraid the British will realize how weak they are and take him on. Perhaps the general can hope for good news from Canada. I realize that might sound out of the blue, but the Patriots are invading Canada right now. And there are good reasons. Taking Canada would deprive the British military of a staging ground for attacking the colonies. Further, might this region home to 80,000 French speaking abysmal, who are only somewhat recently subjects of the British Crown because of you guessed it. The French and Indian or 7 years war prove a 14th rebellious colony on this very same New Year's Eve that has George stretched so thin in Cambridge. This question is all but being answered with a decisive battle up north. It's 2 a.m., December 31st, 1775. Roughly 1000 American troops are pushing their way through deep snow drifts and freezing, whipping winds, just outside Quebec, Canada. Oh, this is not what Congress had in mind. When it gave general Philip Schuyler, the green light to invade back in June. But Philip made a mistakes, got sick. It was September before his second in command, Brigadier general Richard Montgomery took over. Mid November by the time he then took fort saint Jean and Montreal and still two more weeks before this brilliant Irish foreign leader could join his forces with those sent by George Washington under the command of colonel Benedict Arnold. Thus it was that these two young and bold commanders found themselves just outside the Canadian capital of Quebec, in December, with only two weeks before end of year expiring enlistments would all but end their already depleted army. And thus it is that they're taking advantage of this blinding blizzard to attack the city before those enlistments and in less than 24 hours. It's now about 5 a.m.. With the frozen saint Lawrence river behind them, the divided American strike convicts lower town from opposite ends. On the north side, Benedict Arnold boldly leads the way. Until a musket ball crashes into his left leg. It's bad. His red hot blood seeps into the thick white snow. He yells out encouragement, cheering his men to advance, even as two soldiers supporting the colonel's body, pull him away. 7 years war veteran Daniel Morgan and his sharpshooting rifleman dash forward, shattering defenses, but they find no support behind them. Not in time, at least. The attack collapses. Daniel and many others are taken prisoner. Meanwhile, on the south side, Richard Montgomery is leading his Vanguard in an attack against a blockhouse. That is, until British artillery fire grape shot that rips through his thigh groin and chin. The fallen general's faithful aide de camp, a 19 year old officer named Aaron Burr, reaches the commander as a life disappears from his eyes. All by himself, Aaron tries to recover the general's body. But the teen just isn't strong enough to drag the lifeless commander through the deep snow, and is forced to leave Richard Montgomery's body as the Americans retreat. Four hundred Americans are taken prisoner. Scores more are dead. And they've lost general Richard Montgomery. Meanwhile, the 1700 strong British defenders have suffered only 20 casualties. What a disaster for the Patriots. Congress will yet send thousands of reinforcements, but in the months ahead, rampant smallpox described by John Adams as ten times more terrible than Britain's Canadians and Indians together. Will soon force the complete abandonment of this campaign and retreat to New York. From Cambridge to Canada. It appears nothing is going to patriots way as they enter the year of 1776. On New Year's Day, January 1st, 1776, George Washington has a flag raised among his army's fortifications on Somerville's prospect hill. Though some scholars will later argue over its exact design, many historians will stand by the traditional understanding that it has a union Jack in the top left corner and 13 stripes. One for each colony in this united rebellion. A fitting representation of British subjects wrestling with their national identity, particularly as ships from London are just bringing news of the king's proclamation of rebellion. But knowing how meager George's forces are, some write coats in Boston genuinely misconstrue this new and unfamiliar banner as a flag of surrender. Yet, George is starting to bounce back. Second in command Charles Lee's attempt to re enlist men with angry death threats late last year didn't help. There's a reason Native Americans call this ill tempered general boiling water, but half of the 7000 soldiers whose enlistments expire in January sign on again. Meanwhile, new faces are showing up. Most
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"In Boston. George describes this in a letter to his younger brother, John Augustine, Washington, AKA Jack. Once he's a few weeks on the job. I found a mixed multitude of people here, under very little discipline, order, or government. My whole time since I came here, has been employed in throwing up lines of defense. George is pushing seems to be paying off. Around the same time, late July 1775, an old friend of ours from our time in Concord during the last episode. The reverend William Emerson has a fairly different description of the army from that of the British surgeon. Generals Washington and Lee are upon the lines every day. New orders from his excellency are read to the respective regiments every morning after prayers. The strictest government is taking place and great distinction is made between officers and soldiers. Everyone is made to know his place and keep it. It is surprising how much work has been done. George's sad excuse for an army is still nothing compared to the British. But he's moving things in the right direction. And do you know what else is remarkable? George is winning over these new englanders. See, despite the description of drunkenness, these free spirited and independent new englanders have a strong work ethic and respect frugality. They step up and although George is a man of hierarchy and order who believes troops and commanders need to avoid familiarity, he wastes nothing and is constantly encamped. As he suffers right along with those under his command, here in their respect. Indeed, as the men get to know him, they see what Connecticut congressional delegate, a life lit dyer sees in describing George as, quote, discreet and virtuous, no harem scare morante, swearing fellow, but sober, steady, and calm. They get why Patrick Henry calls his fellow virginian, a man of quote him, no pretensions to eloquence, solid judgment, and information. They agree with their fellow new englander Abigail Adams, who, in writing to her husband, John, describes George by alluding to the queen of sheba's praise for the wise king Solomon in first kings ten 7. Quote Abigail. I was struck with general Washington. You had prepared me to entertain a favorable opinion of him, but I thought the one half was not told me. Dignity with ease and complacency, the gentleman and soldier look agreeably blended in him. Yeah, George is humble, likeable, and frankly, chime in as hell. At 1775 wears on, this Congress imposed southerner is gaining the trust and confidence of these Yankees. But even with robust, intimidating defensive lines and drilling, all is not well with the Continental Army. Now in the last months of the year, enlistments are expiring. Exhausted men want to head home and thousands do. By New Year's Eve, George literally doesn't have enough troops to man all of his defenses. He's afraid the British will realize how weak they are and take him on. Perhaps the general can hope for good news from Canada. I realize that might sound out of the blue, but the Patriots are invading Canada right now. And there are good reasons. Taking Canada would deprive the British military of a staging ground for attacking the colonies. Further, might this region home to 80,000 French speaking abysmal, who are only somewhat recently subjects of the British Crown because of you guessed it. The French and Indian or 7 years war prove a 14th rebellious colony on this very same New Year's Eve that has George stretched so thin in Cambridge. This question is all but being answered with a decisive battle up north. It's 2 a.m., December 31st, 1775. Roughly 1000 American troops are pushing their way through deep snow drifts and freezing, whipping winds, just outside Quebec, Canada. Oh, this is not what Congress had in mind. When it gave general Philip Schuyler, the green light to invade back in June. But Philip made a mistakes, got sick. It was September before his second in command, Brigadier general Richard Montgomery took over. Mid November by the time he then took fort saint Jean and Montreal and still two more weeks before this brilliant Irish foreign leader could join his forces with those sent by George Washington under the command of colonel Benedict Arnold. Thus it was that these two young and bold commanders found themselves just outside the Canadian capital of Quebec, in December, with only two weeks before end of year expiring enlistments would all but end their already depleted army. And thus it is that they're taking advantage of this blinding blizzard to attack the city before those enlistments and in less than 24 hours. It's now about 5 a.m.. With the frozen saint Lawrence river behind them, the divided American strike convicts lower town from opposite ends. On the north side, Benedict Arnold boldly leads the way. Until a musket ball crashes into his left leg. It's bad. His red hot blood seeps into the thick white snow. He yells out encouragement, cheering his men to advance, even as two soldiers supporting the colonel's body, pull him away. 7 years war veteran Daniel Morgan and his sharpshooting rifleman dash forward, shattering defenses, but they find no support behind them. Not in time, at least. The attack collapses. Daniel and many others are taken prisoner. Meanwhile, on the south side, Richard Montgomery is leading his Vanguard in an attack against a blockhouse. That is, until British artillery fire grape shot that rips through his thigh groin and chin. The fallen general's faithful aide de camp, a 19 year old officer named Aaron Burr, reaches the commander as a life disappears from his eyes. All by himself, Aaron tries to recover the general's body. But the teen just isn't strong enough to drag the lifeless commander through the deep snow, and is forced to leave Richard Montgomery's body as the Americans retreat. Four hundred Americans are taken prisoner. Scores more are dead. And they've lost general Richard Montgomery. Meanwhile, the 1700 strong British defenders have suffered only 20 casualties. What a disaster for the Patriots. Congress will yet send thousands of reinforcements, but in the months ahead, rampant smallpox described by John Adams as ten times more terrible than Britain's Canadians and Indians together. Will soon force the complete abandonment of this campaign and retreat to New York. From Cambridge to Canada. It appears nothing is going to patriots way as they enter the year of 1776. On New Year's Day, January 1st, 1776, George Washington has a flag raised among his army's fortifications on Somerville's prospect hill. Though some scholars will later argue over its exact design, many historians will stand by the traditional understanding that it has a union Jack in the top left corner and 13 stripes. One for each colony in this united rebellion. A fitting representation of British subjects wrestling with their national identity, particularly as ships from London are just bringing news of the king's proclamation of rebellion. But knowing how meager George's forces are, some write coats in Boston genuinely misconstrue this new and unfamiliar banner as a flag of surrender. Yet, George is starting to bounce back. Second in command Charles Lee's attempt to re enlist men with angry death threats late last year didn't help. There's a reason Native Americans call this ill tempered general boiling water, but half of the 7000 soldiers whose enlistments expire in January sign on again. Meanwhile, new faces are showing up. Most
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"The north side, Benedict Arnold boldly leads the way. Until a musket ball crashes into his left leg. It's bad. His red hot blood seeps into the thick white snow. He yells out encouragement, cheering his men to advance, even as two soldiers supporting the colonel's body, pull him away. 7 years war veteran Daniel Morgan and his sharpshooting rifleman dash forward, shattering defenses, but they find no support behind them. Not in time, at least. The attack collapses. Daniel and many others are taken prisoner. Meanwhile, on the south side, Richard Montgomery is leading his Vanguard in an attack against a blockhouse. That is, until British artillery fire grape shot that rips through his thigh groin and chin. The fallen general's faithful aide de camp, a 19 year old officer named Aaron Burr, reaches the commander as a life disappears from his eyes. All by himself, Aaron tries to recover the general's body. But the teen just isn't strong enough to drag the lifeless commander through the deep snow, and is forced to leave Richard Montgomery's body as the Americans retreat. Four hundred Americans are taken prisoner.
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"The north side, Benedict Arnold boldly leads the way. Until a musket ball crashes into his left leg. It's bad. His red hot blood seeps into the thick white snow. He yells out encouragement, cheering his men to advance, even as two soldiers supporting the colonel's body, pull him away. 7 years war veteran Daniel Morgan and his sharpshooting rifleman dash forward, shattering defenses, but they find no support behind them. Not in time, at least. The attack collapses. Daniel and many others are taken prisoner. Meanwhile, on the south side, Richard Montgomery is leading his Vanguard in an attack against a blockhouse. That is, until British artillery fire grape shot that rips through his thigh groin and chin. The fallen general's faithful aide de camp, a 19 year old officer named Aaron Burr, reaches the commander as a life disappears from his eyes. All by himself, Aaron tries to recover the general's body. But the teen just isn't strong enough to drag the lifeless commander through the deep snow, and is forced to leave Richard Montgomery's body as the Americans retreat. Four hundred Americans are taken prisoner.
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"Measures to protect them should the British Army attack are a joke. Just to really drive the point home, here's an observation, one of his majesty's surgeons made after visiting this New England force just prior to George Washington's rival. It's quote him. Without New England rum, a New England army could not be kept together. They could neither fight nor say their prayers, one with another. They drink at least a bottle of it a man a day. In other words, stereotypical frat boys couldn't keep up with this army's drinking habits. As for his view of the army as a whole, the surgeon goes on to say that this army is truly nothing but a drunken canting line praying hypocritical rabble without order subjection discipline or cleanliness. And must fall to pieces of itself in the course of three months, notwithstanding every endeavor of their leaders. Yep, this is the army, our southern general has to work with in taking on the most formidable military on the planet. Even if we figure this surgeon is biased against his foe and only half right, good luck, George. But the southerner gets right to it. He sets up headquarters in the beautiful, abandoned mansion of loyalist John vassal, which it is also worth noting, will become the home of the poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and decades to come, and puts his ill disciplined troops to work, drilling, and preparing defenses in case the red coats decide to push beyond their stronghold in Boston. George describes this in a letter to his younger brother, John Augustine, Washington, AKA Jack. Once he's a few weeks on the job. I found a mixed multitude of people here, under very little discipline, order, or government. My whole time since I came here, has been employed in throwing up lines of defense. George is pushing seems to be paying off. Around the same time, late July 1775, an old friend of ours from our time in Concord during the last episode. The reverend William Emerson has a fairly different description of the army from that of the British surgeon. Generals Washington and Lee are upon the lines every day. New orders from his excellency are read to the respective regiments every morning after prayers. The strictest government is taking place and great distinction is made between officers and soldiers. Everyone is made to know his place and keep it. It is surprising how much work has been done. George's sad excuse for an army is still nothing compared to the British. But he's moving things in the right direction. And do you know what else is remarkable? George is winning over these new englanders. See, despite the description of drunkenness, these free spirited and independent new englanders have a strong work ethic and respect frugality. They step up and although George is a man of hierarchy and order who believes troops and commanders need to avoid familiarity, he wastes nothing and is constantly encamped. As he suffers right along with those under his command, here in their respect. Indeed, as the men get to know him, they see what Connecticut congressional delegate, a life lit dyer sees in describing George as, quote, discreet and virtuous, no harem scare morante, swearing fellow, but sober, steady, and calm. They get why Patrick Henry calls his fellow virginian, a man of quote him, no pretensions to eloquence, solid judgment, and information. They agree with their fellow new englander Abigail Adams, who, in writing to her husband, John, describes George by alluding to the queen of sheba's praise for the wise king Solomon in first kings ten 7. Quote Abigail. I was struck with general Washington. You had prepared me to entertain a favorable opinion of him, but I thought the one half was not told me. Dignity with ease and complacency, the gentleman and soldier look agreeably blended in him. Yeah, George is humble, likeable, and frankly, chime in as hell. At 1775 wears on, this Congress imposed southerner is gaining the trust and confidence of these Yankees. But even with robust, intimidating defensive lines and drilling, all is not well with the Continental Army. Now in the last months of the year, enlistments are expiring. Exhausted men want to head home and thousands do. By New Year's Eve, George literally doesn't have enough troops to man all of his defenses. He's afraid the British will realize how weak they are and take him on. Perhaps the general can hope for good news from Canada. I realize that might sound out of the blue, but the Patriots are invading Canada right now. And there are good reasons. Taking Canada would deprive the British military of a staging ground for attacking the colonies. Further, might this region home to 80,000 French speaking abysmal, who are only somewhat recently subjects of the British Crown because of you guessed it. The French and Indian or 7 years war prove a 14th rebellious colony on this very same New Year's Eve that has George stretched so thin in Cambridge. This question is all but being answered with a decisive battle up north. It's 2 a.m., December 31st, 1775. Roughly 1000 American troops are pushing their way through deep snow drifts and freezing, whipping winds, just outside Quebec, Canada. Oh, this is not what Congress had in mind. When it gave general Philip Schuyler, the green light to invade back in June. But Philip made a mistakes, got sick. It was September before his second in command, Brigadier general Richard Montgomery took over. Mid November by the time he then took fort saint Jean and Montreal and still two more weeks before this brilliant Irish foreign leader could join his forces with those sent by George Washington under the command of colonel Benedict Arnold. Thus it was that these two young and bold commanders found themselves just outside the Canadian capital of Quebec, in December, with only two weeks before end of year expiring enlistments would all but end their already depleted army. And thus it is that they're taking advantage of this blinding blizzard to attack the city before those enlistments and in less than 24 hours. It's now about 5 a.m.. With the frozen saint Lawrence river behind them, the divided American strike convicts lower town from opposite ends. On the north side, Benedict Arnold boldly leads the way. Until a musket ball crashes into his left leg. It's bad. His red hot blood seeps into the thick white snow. He yells out encouragement, cheering his men to advance, even as two soldiers supporting the colonel's body, pull him away. 7 years war veteran Daniel Morgan and his sharpshooting rifleman dash forward, shattering defenses, but they find no support behind them. Not in time, at least. The attack collapses. Daniel and many others are taken prisoner. Meanwhile, on the south side, Richard Montgomery is leading his Vanguard in an attack against a blockhouse. That is, until British artillery fire grape shot that rips through his thigh groin and chin. The fallen general's faithful aide de camp, a 19 year old officer named Aaron Burr, reaches the commander as a life disappears from his eyes. All by himself, Aaron tries to recover the general's body. But the teen just isn't strong enough to drag the lifeless commander through the deep snow, and is forced to leave Richard Montgomery's body as the Americans retreat. Four hundred Americans are taken prisoner. Scores more are dead. And they've lost general Richard Montgomery. Meanwhile, the 1700 strong British defenders have suffered only 20 casualties. What a disaster for the Patriots. Congress will yet send thousands of reinforcements, but in the months ahead, rampant smallpox described by John Adams as ten times more terrible than Britain's Canadians and Indians together. Will soon force the complete abandonment of this campaign and retreat to New York. From Cambridge to Canada. It appears nothing is going to patriots way as they enter the year of 1776.
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"Measures to protect them should the British Army attack are a joke. Just to really drive the point home, here's an observation, one of his majesty's surgeons made after visiting this New England force just prior to George Washington's rival. It's quote him. Without New England rum, a New England army could not be kept together. They could neither fight nor say their prayers, one with another. They drink at least a bottle of it a man a day. In other words, stereotypical frat boys couldn't keep up with this army's drinking habits. As for his view of the army as a whole, the surgeon goes on to say that this army is truly nothing but a drunken canting line praying hypocritical rabble without order subjection discipline or cleanliness. And must fall to pieces of itself in the course of three months, notwithstanding every endeavor of their leaders. Yep, this is the army, our southern general has to work with in taking on the most formidable military on the planet. Even if we figure this surgeon is biased against his foe and only half right, good luck, George. But the southerner gets right to it. He sets up headquarters in the beautiful, abandoned mansion of loyalist John vassal, which it is also worth noting, will become the home of the poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and decades to come, and puts his ill disciplined troops to work, drilling, and preparing defenses in case the red coats decide to push beyond their stronghold in Boston. George describes this in a letter to his younger brother, John Augustine, Washington, AKA Jack. Once he's a few weeks on the job. I found a mixed multitude of people here, under very little discipline, order, or government. My whole time since I came here, has been employed in throwing up lines of defense. George is pushing seems to be paying off. Around the same time, late July 1775, an old friend of ours from our time in Concord during the last episode. The reverend William Emerson has a fairly different description of the army from that of the British surgeon. Generals Washington and Lee are upon the lines every day. New orders from his excellency are read to the respective regiments every morning after prayers. The strictest government is taking place and great distinction is made between officers and soldiers. Everyone is made to know his place and keep it. It is surprising how much work has been done. George's sad excuse for an army is still nothing compared to the British. But he's moving things in the right direction. And do you know what else is remarkable? George is winning over these new englanders. See, despite the description of drunkenness, these free spirited and independent new englanders have a strong work ethic and respect frugality. They step up and although George is a man of hierarchy and order who believes troops and commanders need to avoid familiarity, he wastes nothing and is constantly encamped. As he suffers right along with those under his command, here in their respect. Indeed, as the men get to know him, they see what Connecticut congressional delegate, a life lit dyer sees in describing George as, quote, discreet and virtuous, no harem scare morante, swearing fellow, but sober, steady, and calm. They get why Patrick Henry calls his fellow virginian, a man of quote him, no pretensions to eloquence, solid judgment, and information. They agree with their fellow new englander Abigail Adams, who, in writing to her husband, John, describes George by alluding to the queen of sheba's praise for the wise king Solomon in first kings ten 7. Quote Abigail. I was struck with general Washington. You had prepared me to entertain a favorable opinion of him, but I thought the one half was not told me. Dignity with ease and complacency, the gentleman and soldier look agreeably blended in him. Yeah, George is humble, likeable, and frankly, chime in as hell. At 1775 wears on, this Congress imposed southerner is gaining the trust and confidence of these Yankees. But even with robust, intimidating defensive lines and drilling, all is not well with the Continental Army. Now in the last months of the year, enlistments are expiring. Exhausted men want to head home and thousands do. By New Year's Eve, George literally doesn't have enough troops to man all of his defenses. He's afraid the British will realize how weak they are and take him on. Perhaps the general can hope for good news from Canada. I realize that might sound out of the blue, but the Patriots are invading Canada right now. And there are good reasons. Taking Canada would deprive the British military of a staging ground for attacking the colonies. Further, might this region home to 80,000 French speaking abysmal, who are only somewhat recently subjects of the British Crown because of you guessed it. The French and Indian or 7 years war prove a 14th rebellious colony on this very same New Year's Eve that has George stretched so thin in Cambridge. This question is all but being answered with a decisive battle up north. It's 2 a.m., December 31st, 1775. Roughly 1000 American troops are pushing their way through deep snow drifts and freezing, whipping winds, just outside Quebec, Canada. Oh, this is not what Congress had in mind. When it gave general Philip Schuyler, the green light to invade back in June. But Philip made a mistakes, got sick. It was September before his second in command, Brigadier general Richard Montgomery took over. Mid November by the time he then took fort saint Jean and Montreal and still two more weeks before this brilliant Irish foreign leader could join his forces with those sent by George Washington under the command of colonel Benedict Arnold. Thus it was that these two young and bold commanders found themselves just outside the Canadian capital of Quebec, in December, with only two weeks before end of year expiring enlistments would all but end their already depleted army. And thus it is that they're taking advantage of this blinding blizzard to attack the city before those enlistments and in less than 24 hours. It's now about 5 a.m.. With the frozen saint Lawrence river behind them, the divided American strike convicts lower town from opposite ends. On the north side, Benedict Arnold boldly leads the way. Until a musket ball crashes into his left leg. It's bad. His red hot blood seeps into the thick white snow. He yells out encouragement, cheering his men to advance, even as two soldiers supporting the colonel's body, pull him away. 7 years war veteran Daniel Morgan and his sharpshooting rifleman dash forward, shattering defenses, but they find no support behind them. Not in time, at least. The attack collapses. Daniel and many others are taken prisoner. Meanwhile, on the south side, Richard Montgomery is leading his Vanguard in an attack against a blockhouse. That is, until British artillery fire grape shot that rips through his thigh groin and chin. The fallen general's faithful aide de camp, a 19 year old officer named Aaron Burr, reaches the commander as a life disappears from his eyes. All by himself, Aaron tries to recover the general's body. But the teen just isn't strong enough to drag the lifeless commander through the deep snow, and is forced to leave Richard Montgomery's body as the Americans retreat. Four hundred Americans are taken prisoner. Scores more are dead. And they've lost general Richard Montgomery. Meanwhile, the 1700 strong British defenders have suffered only 20 casualties. What a disaster for the Patriots. Congress will yet send thousands of reinforcements, but in the months ahead, rampant smallpox described by John Adams as ten times more terrible than Britain's Canadians and Indians together. Will soon force the complete abandonment of this campaign and retreat to New York. From Cambridge to Canada. It appears nothing is going to patriots way as they enter the year of 1776.
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"Kept together. They could neither fight nor say their prayers, one with another. They drink at least a bottle of it a man a day. In other words, stereotypical frat boys couldn't keep up with this army's drinking habits. As for his view of the army as a whole, the surgeon goes on to say that this army is truly nothing but a drunken canting line praying hypocritical rabble without order subjection discipline or cleanliness. And must fall to pieces of itself in the course of three months, notwithstanding every endeavor of their leaders. Yep, this is the army, our southern general has to work with in taking on the most formidable military on the planet. Even if we figure this surgeon is biased against his foe and only half right, good luck, George. But the southerner gets right to it. He sets up headquarters in the beautiful, abandoned mansion of loyalist John vassal, which it is also worth noting, will become the home of the poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and decades to come, and puts his ill disciplined troops to work, drilling, and preparing defenses in case the red coats decide to push beyond their stronghold in Boston. George describes this in a letter to his younger brother, John Augustine, Washington, AKA Jack. Once he's a few weeks on the job. I found a mixed multitude of people here, under very little discipline, order, or government. My whole time since I came here, has been employed in throwing up lines of defense. George is pushing seems to be paying off. Around the same time, late July 1775, an old friend of ours from our time in Concord during the last episode. The reverend William Emerson has a fairly different description of the army from that of the British surgeon. Generals Washington and Lee are upon the lines every day. New orders from his excellency are read to the respective regiments every morning after prayers. The strictest government is taking place and great distinction is made between officers and soldiers. Everyone is made to know his place and keep it. It is surprising how much work has been done. George's sad excuse for an army is still nothing compared to the British. But he's moving things in the right direction. And do you know what else is remarkable? George is winning over these new englanders. See, despite the description of drunkenness, these free spirited and independent new englanders have a strong work ethic and respect frugality. They step up and although George is a man of hierarchy and order who believes troops and commanders need to avoid familiarity, he wastes nothing and is constantly encamped. As he suffers right along with those under his command, here in their respect. Indeed, as the men get to know him, they see what Connecticut congressional delegate, a life lit dyer sees in describing George as, quote, discreet and virtuous, no harem scare morante, swearing fellow, but sober, steady, and calm. They get why Patrick Henry calls his fellow virginian, a man of quote him, no pretensions to eloquence, solid judgment, and information. They agree with their fellow new englander Abigail Adams, who, in writing to her husband, John, describes George by alluding to the queen of sheba's praise for the wise king Solomon in first kings ten 7. Quote Abigail. I was struck with general Washington. You had prepared me to entertain a favorable opinion of him, but I thought the one half was not told me. Dignity with ease and complacency, the gentleman and soldier look agreeably blended in him. Yeah, George is humble, likeable, and frankly, chime in as hell. At 1775 wears on, this Congress imposed southerner is gaining the trust and confidence of these Yankees. But even with robust, intimidating defensive lines and drilling, all is not well with the Continental Army. Now in the last months of the year, enlistments are expiring. Exhausted men want to head home and thousands do. By New Year's Eve, George literally doesn't have enough troops to man all of his defenses. He's afraid the British will realize how weak they are and take him on. Perhaps the general can hope for good news from Canada. I realize that might sound out of the blue, but the Patriots are invading Canada right now. And there are good reasons. Taking Canada would deprive the British military of a staging ground for attacking the colonies. Further, might this region home to 80,000 French speaking abysmal, who are only somewhat recently subjects of the British Crown because of you guessed it. The French and Indian or 7 years war prove a 14th rebellious colony on this very same New Year's Eve that has George stretched so thin in Cambridge. This question is all but being answered with a decisive battle up north. It's 2 a.m., December 31st, 1775. Roughly 1000 American troops are pushing their way through deep snow drifts and freezing, whipping winds, just outside Quebec, Canada. Oh, this is not what Congress had in mind. When it gave general Philip Schuyler, the green light to invade back in June. But Philip made a mistakes, got sick. It was September before his second in command, Brigadier general Richard Montgomery took over. Mid November by the time he then took fort saint Jean and Montreal and still two more weeks before this brilliant Irish foreign leader could join his forces with those sent by George Washington under the command of colonel Benedict Arnold. Thus it was that these two young and bold commanders found themselves just outside the Canadian capital of Quebec, in December, with only two weeks before end of year expiring enlistments would all but end their already depleted army. And thus it is that they're taking advantage of this blinding blizzard to attack the city before those enlistments and in less than 24 hours. It's now about 5 a.m.. With the frozen saint Lawrence river behind them, the divided American strike convicts lower town from opposite ends. On the north side, Benedict Arnold boldly leads the way. Until a musket ball crashes into his left leg. It's bad. His red hot blood seeps into the thick white snow. He yells out encouragement, cheering his men to advance, even as two soldiers supporting the colonel's body, pull him away. 7 years war veteran Daniel Morgan and his sharpshooting rifleman dash forward, shattering defenses, but they find no support behind them. Not in time, at least. The attack collapses. Daniel and many others are taken prisoner. Meanwhile, on the south side, Richard Montgomery is leading his Vanguard in an attack against a blockhouse. That is, until British artillery fire grape shot that rips through his thigh groin and chin. The fallen general's faithful aide de camp, a 19 year old officer named Aaron Burr, reaches the commander as a life disappears from his eyes. All by himself, Aaron tries to recover the general's body. But the teen just isn't strong enough to drag the lifeless commander through the deep snow, and is forced to leave Richard Montgomery's body as the Americans retreat. Four hundred Americans are taken prisoner. Scores more are dead. And they've lost general Richard Montgomery. Meanwhile, the 1700 strong British defenders have suffered only 20 casualties. What a disaster for the Patriots. Congress will yet send thousands of reinforcements, but in the months ahead, rampant smallpox described by John Adams as ten times more terrible than Britain's Canadians and Indians together. Will soon force the complete abandonment of this campaign and retreat to New York. From Cambridge to Canada. It appears nothing is going to patriots way as they enter the year of 1776.
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"aide de camp" Discussed on History That Doesn't Suck
"Kept together. They could neither fight nor say their prayers, one with another. They drink at least a bottle of it a man a day. In other words, stereotypical frat boys couldn't keep up with this army's drinking habits. As for his view of the army as a whole, the surgeon goes on to say that this army is truly nothing but a drunken canting line praying hypocritical rabble without order subjection discipline or cleanliness. And must fall to pieces of itself in the course of three months, notwithstanding every endeavor of their leaders. Yep, this is the army, our southern general has to work with in taking on the most formidable military on the planet. Even if we figure this surgeon is biased against his foe and only half right, good luck, George. But the southerner gets right to it. He sets up headquarters in the beautiful, abandoned mansion of loyalist John vassal, which it is also worth noting, will become the home of the poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and decades to come, and puts his ill disciplined troops to work, drilling, and preparing defenses in case the red coats decide to push beyond their stronghold in Boston. George describes this in a letter to his younger brother, John Augustine, Washington, AKA Jack. Once he's a few weeks on the job. I found a mixed multitude of people here, under very little discipline, order, or government. My whole time since I came here, has been employed in throwing up lines of defense. George is pushing seems to be paying off. Around the same time, late July 1775, an old friend of ours from our time in Concord during the last episode. The reverend William Emerson has a fairly different description of the army from that of the British surgeon. Generals Washington and Lee are upon the lines every day. New orders from his excellency are read to the respective regiments every morning after prayers. The strictest government is taking place and great distinction is made between officers and soldiers. Everyone is made to know his place and keep it. It is surprising how much work has been done. George's sad excuse for an army is still nothing compared to the British. But he's moving things in the right direction. And do you know what else is remarkable? George is winning over these new englanders. See, despite the description of drunkenness, these free spirited and independent new englanders have a strong work ethic and respect frugality. They step up and although George is a man of hierarchy and order who believes troops and commanders need to avoid familiarity, he wastes nothing and is constantly encamped. As he suffers right along with those under his command, here in their respect. Indeed, as the men get to know him, they see what Connecticut congressional delegate, a life lit dyer sees in describing George as, quote, discreet and virtuous, no harem scare morante, swearing fellow, but sober, steady, and calm. They get why Patrick Henry calls his fellow virginian, a man of quote him, no pretensions to eloquence, solid judgment, and information. They agree with their fellow new englander Abigail Adams, who, in writing to her husband, John, describes George by alluding to the queen of sheba's praise for the wise king Solomon in first kings ten 7. Quote Abigail. I was struck with general Washington. You had prepared me to entertain a favorable opinion of him, but I thought the one half was not told me. Dignity with ease and complacency, the gentleman and soldier look agreeably blended in him. Yeah, George is humble, likeable, and frankly, chime in as hell. At 1775 wears on, this Congress imposed southerner is gaining the trust and confidence of these Yankees. But even with robust, intimidating defensive lines and drilling, all is not well with the Continental Army. Now in the last months of the year, enlistments are expiring. Exhausted men want to head home and thousands do. By New Year's Eve, George literally doesn't have enough troops to man all of his defenses. He's afraid the British will realize how weak they are and take him on. Perhaps the general can hope for good news from Canada. I realize that might sound out of the blue, but the Patriots are invading Canada right now. And there are good reasons. Taking Canada would deprive the British military of a staging ground for attacking the colonies. Further, might this region home to 80,000 French speaking abysmal, who are only somewhat recently subjects of the British Crown because of you guessed it. The French and Indian or 7 years war prove a 14th rebellious colony on this very same New Year's Eve that has George stretched so thin in Cambridge. This question is all but being answered with a decisive battle up north. It's 2 a.m., December 31st, 1775. Roughly 1000 American troops are pushing their way through deep snow drifts and freezing, whipping winds, just outside Quebec, Canada. Oh, this is not what Congress had in mind. When it gave general Philip Schuyler, the green light to invade back in June. But Philip made a mistakes, got sick. It was September before his second in command, Brigadier general Richard Montgomery took over. Mid November by the time he then took fort saint Jean and Montreal and still two more weeks before this brilliant Irish foreign leader could join his forces with those sent by George Washington under the command of colonel Benedict Arnold. Thus it was that these two young and bold commanders found themselves just outside the Canadian capital of Quebec, in December, with only two weeks before end of year expiring enlistments would all but end their already depleted army. And thus it is that they're taking advantage of this blinding blizzard to attack the city before those enlistments and in less than 24 hours. It's now about 5 a.m.. With the frozen saint Lawrence river behind them, the divided American strike convicts lower town from opposite ends. On the north side, Benedict Arnold boldly leads the way. Until a musket ball crashes into his left leg. It's bad. His red hot blood seeps into the thick white snow. He yells out encouragement, cheering his men to advance, even as two soldiers supporting the colonel's body, pull him away. 7 years war veteran Daniel Morgan and his sharpshooting rifleman dash forward, shattering defenses, but they find no support behind them. Not in time, at least. The attack collapses. Daniel and many others are taken prisoner. Meanwhile, on the south side, Richard Montgomery is leading his Vanguard in an attack against a blockhouse. That is, until British artillery fire grape shot that rips through his thigh groin and chin. The fallen general's faithful aide de camp, a 19 year old officer named Aaron Burr, reaches the commander as a life disappears from his eyes. All by himself, Aaron tries to recover the general's body. But the teen just isn't strong enough to drag the lifeless commander through the deep snow, and is forced to leave Richard Montgomery's body as the Americans retreat. Four hundred Americans are taken prisoner. Scores more are dead. And they've lost general Richard Montgomery. Meanwhile, the 1700 strong British defenders have suffered only 20 casualties. What a disaster for the Patriots. Congress will yet send thousands of reinforcements, but in the months ahead, rampant smallpox described by John Adams as ten times more terrible than Britain's Canadians and Indians together. Will soon force the complete abandonment of this campaign and retreat to New York. From Cambridge to Canada. It appears nothing is going to patriots way as they enter the year of 1776.
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"Biographer Thomas flexner, so excellently puts it quote history was holding her breath, waiting to discover how so strange a phenomenon as a southern commander imported into Massachusetts would work out. And this southerner, more than has his work cut out for him. Let me tell you a bit about the quote unquote army, George now leads. It lacks general discipline. The men tree orders like suggestions. Their hygiene is horrendous. Many see washing their clothes as quote unquote women's work and won't do it. Nor have they dug enough latrines, so just think of that odor. Small wonder that, in writing to his cousin, lend Washington, George describes these men as, and I quote, an exceeding, dirty, and nasty people. On top of this, most supplies from food to ammo to medicine tools tense money and more are insufficient and defensive measures to protect them should the British Army attack are a joke. Just to really drive the point home, here's an observation, one of his majesty's surgeons made after visiting this New England force just prior to George Washington's rival. It's quote him. Without New England rum, a New England army could not be kept together. They could neither fight nor say their prayers, one with another. They drink at least a bottle of it a man a day. In other words, stereotypical frat boys couldn't keep up with this army's drinking habits. As for his view of the army as a whole, the surgeon goes on to say that this army is truly nothing but a drunken canting line praying hypocritical rabble without order subjection discipline or cleanliness. And must fall to pieces of itself in the course of three months, notwithstanding every endeavor of their leaders. Yep, this is the army, our southern general has to work with in taking on the most formidable military on the planet. Even if we figure this surgeon is biased against his foe and only half right, good luck, George. But the southerner gets right to it. He sets up headquarters in the beautiful, abandoned mansion of loyalist John vassal, which it is also worth noting, will become the home of the poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and decades to come, and puts his ill disciplined troops to work, drilling, and preparing defenses in case the red coats decide to push beyond their stronghold in Boston. George describes this in a letter to his younger brother, John Augustine, Washington, AKA Jack. Once he's a few weeks on the job. I found a mixed multitude of people here, under very little discipline, order, or government. My whole time since I came here, has been employed in throwing up lines of defense. George is pushing seems to be paying off. Around the same time, late July 1775, an old friend of ours from our time in Concord during the last episode. The reverend William Emerson has a fairly different description of the army from that of the British surgeon. Generals Washington and Lee are upon the lines every day. New orders from his excellency are read to the respective regiments every morning after prayers. The strictest government is taking place and great distinction is made between officers and soldiers. Everyone is made to know his place and keep it. It is surprising how much work has been done. George's sad excuse for an army is still nothing compared to the British. But he's moving things in the right direction. And do you know what else is remarkable? George is winning over these new englanders. See, despite the description of drunkenness, these free spirited and independent new englanders have a strong work ethic and respect frugality. They step up and although George is a man of hierarchy and order who believes troops and commanders need to avoid familiarity, he wastes nothing and is constantly encamped. As he suffers right along with those under his command, here in their respect. Indeed, as the men get to know him, they see what Connecticut congressional delegate, a life lit dyer sees in describing George as, quote, discreet and virtuous, no harem scare morante, swearing fellow, but sober, steady, and calm. They get why Patrick Henry calls his fellow virginian, a man of quote him, no pretensions to eloquence, solid judgment, and information. They agree with their fellow new englander Abigail Adams, who, in writing to her husband, John, describes George by alluding to the queen of sheba's praise for the wise king Solomon in first kings ten 7. Quote Abigail. I was struck with general Washington. You had prepared me to entertain a favorable opinion of him, but I thought the one half was not told me. Dignity with ease and complacency, the gentleman and soldier look agreeably blended in him. Yeah, George is humble, likeable, and frankly, chime in as hell. At 1775 wears on, this Congress imposed southerner is gaining the trust and confidence of these Yankees. But even with robust, intimidating defensive lines and drilling, all is not well with the Continental Army. Now in the last months of the year, enlistments are expiring. Exhausted men want to head home and thousands do. By New Year's Eve, George literally doesn't have enough troops to man all of his defenses. He's afraid the British will realize how weak they are and take him on. Perhaps the general can hope for good news from Canada. I realize that might sound out of the blue, but the Patriots are invading Canada right now. And there are good reasons. Taking Canada would deprive the British military of a staging ground for attacking the colonies. Further, might this region home to 80,000 French speaking abysmal, who are only somewhat recently subjects of the British Crown because of you guessed it. The French and Indian or 7 years war prove a 14th rebellious colony on this very same New Year's Eve that has George stretched so thin in Cambridge. This question is all but being answered with a decisive battle up north. It's 2 a.m., December 31st, 1775. Roughly 1000 American troops are pushing their way through deep snow drifts and freezing, whipping winds, just outside Quebec, Canada. Oh, this is not what Congress had in mind. When it gave general Philip Schuyler, the green light to invade back in June. But Philip made a mistakes, got sick. It was September before his second in command, Brigadier general Richard Montgomery took over. Mid November by the time he then took fort saint Jean and Montreal and still two more weeks before this brilliant Irish foreign leader could join his forces with those sent by George Washington under the command of colonel Benedict Arnold. Thus it was that these two young and bold commanders found themselves just outside the Canadian capital of Quebec, in December, with only two weeks before end of year expiring enlistments would all but end their already depleted army. And thus it is that they're taking advantage of this blinding blizzard to attack the city before those enlistments and in less than 24 hours. It's now about 5 a.m.. With the frozen saint Lawrence river behind them, the divided American strike convicts lower town from opposite ends. On the north side, Benedict Arnold boldly leads the way. Until a musket ball crashes into his left leg. It's bad. His red hot blood seeps into the thick white snow. He yells out encouragement, cheering his men to advance, even as two soldiers supporting the colonel's body, pull him away. 7 years war veteran Daniel Morgan and his sharpshooting rifleman dash forward, shattering defenses, but they find no support behind them. Not in time, at least. The attack collapses. Daniel and many others are taken prisoner. Meanwhile, on the south side, Richard Montgomery is leading his Vanguard in an attack against a blockhouse. That is, until British artillery fire grape shot that rips through his thigh groin and chin. The fallen general's faithful aide de camp, a 19 year old officer named Aaron Burr, reaches the commander as a life disappears from his eyes. All by himself, Aaron tries to recover the general's body. But the teen just isn't strong enough to drag the lifeless commander through the deep snow, and is forced to leave Richard Montgomery's body as the Americans retreat.
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"Quote unquote army, George now leads. It lacks general discipline. The men tree orders like suggestions. Their hygiene is horrendous. Many see washing their clothes as quote unquote women's work and won't do it. Nor have they dug enough latrines, so just think of that odor. Small wonder that, in writing to his cousin, lend Washington, George describes these men as, and I quote, an exceeding, dirty, and nasty people. On top of this, most supplies from food to ammo to medicine tools tense money and more are insufficient and defensive measures to protect them should the British Army attack are a joke. Just to really drive the point home, here's an observation, one of his majesty's surgeons made after visiting this New England force just prior to George Washington's rival. It's quote him. Without New England rum, a New England army could not be kept together. They could neither fight nor say their prayers, one with another. They drink at least a bottle of it a man a day. In other words, stereotypical frat boys couldn't keep up with this army's drinking habits. As for his view of the army as a whole, the surgeon goes on to say that this army is truly nothing but a drunken canting line praying hypocritical rabble without order subjection discipline or cleanliness. And must fall to pieces of itself in the course of three months, notwithstanding every endeavor of their leaders. Yep, this is the army, our southern general has to work with in taking on the most formidable military on the planet. Even if we figure this surgeon is biased against his foe and only half right, good luck, George. But the southerner gets right to it. He sets up headquarters in the beautiful, abandoned mansion of loyalist John vassal, which it is also worth noting, will become the home of the poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and decades to come, and puts his ill disciplined troops to work, drilling, and preparing defenses in case the red coats decide to push beyond their stronghold in Boston. George describes this in a letter to his younger brother, John Augustine, Washington, AKA Jack. Once he's a few weeks on the job. I found a mixed multitude of people here, under very little discipline, order, or government. My whole time since I came here, has been employed in throwing up lines of defense. George is pushing seems to be paying off. Around the same time, late July 1775, an old friend of ours from our time in Concord during the last episode. The reverend William Emerson has a fairly different description of the army from that of the British surgeon. Generals Washington and Lee are upon the lines every day. New orders from his excellency are read to the respective regiments every morning after prayers. The strictest government is taking place and great distinction is made between officers and soldiers. Everyone is made to know his place and keep it. It is surprising how much work has been done. George's sad excuse for an army is still nothing compared to the British. But he's moving things in the right direction. And do you know what else is remarkable? George is winning over these new englanders. See, despite the description of drunkenness, these free spirited and independent new englanders have a strong work ethic and respect frugality. They step up and although George is a man of hierarchy and order who believes troops and commanders need to avoid familiarity, he wastes nothing and is constantly encamped. As he suffers right along with those under his command, here in their respect. Indeed, as the men get to know him, they see what Connecticut congressional delegate, a life lit dyer sees in describing George as, quote, discreet and virtuous, no harem scare morante, swearing fellow, but sober, steady, and calm. They get why Patrick Henry calls his fellow virginian, a man of quote him, no pretensions to eloquence, solid judgment, and information. They agree with their fellow new englander Abigail Adams, who, in writing to her husband, John, describes George by alluding to the queen of sheba's praise for the wise king Solomon in first kings ten 7. Quote Abigail. I was struck with general Washington. You had prepared me to entertain a favorable opinion of him, but I thought the one half was not told me. Dignity with ease and complacency, the gentleman and soldier look agreeably blended in him. Yeah, George is humble, likeable, and frankly, chime in as hell. At 1775 wears on, this Congress imposed southerner is gaining the trust and confidence of these Yankees. But even with robust, intimidating defensive lines and drilling, all is not well with the Continental Army. Now in the last months of the year, enlistments are expiring. Exhausted men want to head home and thousands do. By New Year's Eve, George literally doesn't have enough troops to man all of his defenses. He's afraid the British will realize how weak they are and take him on. Perhaps the general can hope for good news from Canada. I realize that might sound out of the blue, but the Patriots are invading Canada right now. And there are good reasons. Taking Canada would deprive the British military of a staging ground for attacking the colonies. Further, might this region home to 80,000 French speaking abysmal, who are only somewhat recently subjects of the British Crown because of you guessed it. The French and Indian or 7 years war prove a 14th rebellious colony on this very same New Year's Eve that has George stretched so thin in Cambridge. This question is all but being answered with a decisive battle up north. It's 2 a.m., December 31st, 1775. Roughly 1000 American troops are pushing their way through deep snow drifts and freezing, whipping winds, just outside Quebec, Canada. Oh, this is not what Congress had in mind. When it gave general Philip Schuyler, the green light to invade back in June. But Philip made a mistakes, got sick. It was September before his second in command, Brigadier general Richard Montgomery took over. Mid November by the time he then took fort saint Jean and Montreal and still two more weeks before this brilliant Irish foreign leader could join his forces with those sent by George Washington under the command of colonel Benedict Arnold. Thus it was that these two young and bold commanders found themselves just outside the Canadian capital of Quebec, in December, with only two weeks before end of year expiring enlistments would all but end their already depleted army. And thus it is that they're taking advantage of this blinding blizzard to attack the city before those enlistments and in less than 24 hours. It's now about 5 a.m.. With the frozen saint Lawrence river behind them, the divided American strike convicts lower town from opposite ends. On the north side, Benedict Arnold boldly leads the way. Until a musket ball crashes into his left leg. It's bad. His red hot blood seeps into the thick white snow. He yells out encouragement, cheering his men to advance, even as two soldiers supporting the colonel's body, pull him away. 7 years war veteran Daniel Morgan and his sharpshooting rifleman dash forward, shattering defenses, but they find no support behind them. Not in time, at least. The attack collapses. Daniel and many others are taken prisoner. Meanwhile, on the south side, Richard Montgomery is leading his Vanguard in an attack against a blockhouse. That is, until British artillery fire grape shot that rips through his thigh groin and chin. The fallen general's faithful aide de camp, a 19 year old officer named Aaron Burr, reaches the commander as a life disappears from his eyes. All by himself, Aaron tries to recover the general's body. But the teen just isn't strong enough to drag the lifeless commander through the deep snow, and is forced to leave Richard Montgomery's body as the Americans retreat.
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"aide de camp" Discussed on History That Doesn't Suck
"Quote unquote army, George now leads. It lacks general discipline. The men tree orders like suggestions. Their hygiene is horrendous. Many see washing their clothes as quote unquote women's work and won't do it. Nor have they dug enough latrines, so just think of that odor. Small wonder that, in writing to his cousin, lend Washington, George describes these men as, and I quote, an exceeding, dirty, and nasty people. On top of this, most supplies from food to ammo to medicine tools tense money and more are insufficient and defensive measures to protect them should the British Army attack are a joke. Just to really drive the point home, here's an observation, one of his majesty's surgeons made after visiting this New England force just prior to George Washington's rival. It's quote him. Without New England rum, a New England army could not be kept together. They could neither fight nor say their prayers, one with another. They drink at least a bottle of it a man a day. In other words, stereotypical frat boys couldn't keep up with this army's drinking habits. As for his view of the army as a whole, the surgeon goes on to say that this army is truly nothing but a drunken canting line praying hypocritical rabble without order subjection discipline or cleanliness. And must fall to pieces of itself in the course of three months, notwithstanding every endeavor of their leaders. Yep, this is the army, our southern general has to work with in taking on the most formidable military on the planet. Even if we figure this surgeon is biased against his foe and only half right, good luck, George. But the southerner gets right to it. He sets up headquarters in the beautiful, abandoned mansion of loyalist John vassal, which it is also worth noting, will become the home of the poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and decades to come, and puts his ill disciplined troops to work, drilling, and preparing defenses in case the red coats decide to push beyond their stronghold in Boston. George describes this in a letter to his younger brother, John Augustine, Washington, AKA Jack. Once he's a few weeks on the job. I found a mixed multitude of people here, under very little discipline, order, or government. My whole time since I came here, has been employed in throwing up lines of defense. George is pushing seems to be paying off. Around the same time, late July 1775, an old friend of ours from our time in Concord during the last episode. The reverend William Emerson has a fairly different description of the army from that of the British surgeon. Generals Washington and Lee are upon the lines every day. New orders from his excellency are read to the respective regiments every morning after prayers. The strictest government is taking place and great distinction is made between officers and soldiers. Everyone is made to know his place and keep it. It is surprising how much work has been done. George's sad excuse for an army is still nothing compared to the British. But he's moving things in the right direction. And do you know what else is remarkable? George is winning over these new englanders. See, despite the description of drunkenness, these free spirited and independent new englanders have a strong work ethic and respect frugality. They step up and although George is a man of hierarchy and order who believes troops and commanders need to avoid familiarity, he wastes nothing and is constantly encamped. As he suffers right along with those under his command, here in their respect. Indeed, as the men get to know him, they see what Connecticut congressional delegate, a life lit dyer sees in describing George as, quote, discreet and virtuous, no harem scare morante, swearing fellow, but sober, steady, and calm. They get why Patrick Henry calls his fellow virginian, a man of quote him, no pretensions to eloquence, solid judgment, and information. They agree with their fellow new englander Abigail Adams, who, in writing to her husband, John, describes George by alluding to the queen of sheba's praise for the wise king Solomon in first kings ten 7. Quote Abigail. I was struck with general Washington. You had prepared me to entertain a favorable opinion of him, but I thought the one half was not told me. Dignity with ease and complacency, the gentleman and soldier look agreeably blended in him. Yeah, George is humble, likeable, and frankly, chime in as hell. At 1775 wears on, this Congress imposed southerner is gaining the trust and confidence of these Yankees. But even with robust, intimidating defensive lines and drilling, all is not well with the Continental Army. Now in the last months of the year, enlistments are expiring. Exhausted men want to head home and thousands do. By New Year's Eve, George literally doesn't have enough troops to man all of his defenses. He's afraid the British will realize how weak they are and take him on. Perhaps the general can hope for good news from Canada. I realize that might sound out of the blue, but the Patriots are invading Canada right now. And there are good reasons. Taking Canada would deprive the British military of a staging ground for attacking the colonies. Further, might this region home to 80,000 French speaking abysmal, who are only somewhat recently subjects of the British Crown because of you guessed it. The French and Indian or 7 years war prove a 14th rebellious colony on this very same New Year's Eve that has George stretched so thin in Cambridge. This question is all but being answered with a decisive battle up north. It's 2 a.m., December 31st, 1775. Roughly 1000 American troops are pushing their way through deep snow drifts and freezing, whipping winds, just outside Quebec, Canada. Oh, this is not what Congress had in mind. When it gave general Philip Schuyler, the green light to invade back in June. But Philip made a mistakes, got sick. It was September before his second in command, Brigadier general Richard Montgomery took over. Mid November by the time he then took fort saint Jean and Montreal and still two more weeks before this brilliant Irish foreign leader could join his forces with those sent by George Washington under the command of colonel Benedict Arnold. Thus it was that these two young and bold commanders found themselves just outside the Canadian capital of Quebec, in December, with only two weeks before end of year expiring enlistments would all but end their already depleted army. And thus it is that they're taking advantage of this blinding blizzard to attack the city before those enlistments and in less than 24 hours. It's now about 5 a.m.. With the frozen saint Lawrence river behind them, the divided American strike convicts lower town from opposite ends. On the north side, Benedict Arnold boldly leads the way. Until a musket ball crashes into his left leg. It's bad. His red hot blood seeps into the thick white snow. He yells out encouragement, cheering his men to advance, even as two soldiers supporting the colonel's body, pull him away. 7 years war veteran Daniel Morgan and his sharpshooting rifleman dash forward, shattering defenses, but they find no support behind them. Not in time, at least. The attack collapses. Daniel and many others are taken prisoner. Meanwhile, on the south side, Richard Montgomery is leading his Vanguard in an attack against a blockhouse. That is, until British artillery fire grape shot that rips through his thigh groin and chin. The fallen general's faithful aide de camp, a 19 year old officer named Aaron Burr, reaches the commander as a life disappears from his eyes. All by himself, Aaron tries to recover the general's body. But the teen just isn't strong enough to drag the lifeless commander through the deep snow, and is forced to leave Richard Montgomery's body as the Americans retreat.
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"W A B C traffic in transit instead landed an accident on the westbound Staten Island Expressway at Victory Boulevard. Traffic is jammed from Slauson Avenue out to the accident site. Construction delay in Jersey on Route 46 in the Patterson area eastbound 46, heavy from Union Boulevard down to rifle Camp Road with roadwork. In the Bronx. Big Jim appear West Bank of the Cross Bronx from West History Avenue down to the George Washington Bridge. It's about a 45 minute ride. It's crawling. There's an accident down the Queen Span. Whitestone Bridge that's causing delays. The Throgs Neck Bridge much better ride. I'm Jake. Release Talk Radio 77 w, maybe six. America's mayor, mayor of New York City. Julia is here to talk to you on the tunnel to Towers Foundation. Hotline, Week Days and 3 P.m. after Curtis Lee Watch talk radio 77 w A. B C and W. ABC radio. Don third on 77 w A B. C. Yeah, he knows New York He is New York. Read that the other stone hand Curtis Lee, watch, talk radio 77 ability, Wavy sea. Danger. Danger danger. Remember Robby Robot from lost in space? Uh, boys in a mister Mister Rogers, who is the captain? And I forget his name anyway, The point is, he said, Danger. Danger. Danger. Robinson. Danger That's right. Danger. Will Robinson. Danger Well, Danger Danger Danger America. President Joe Biden home, put his pen away. Oh, my God. This guy's just signing stacks of executive orders each day stacks and he's doing even more today when it comes to health care, Obama care what he wants to rename biting care. I mean, wasn't this think I remember. Ladies and gentlemen, what's in this? The guy? Who said that his legacy Is how he was able to meet with legislators on the other side, especially senators from his own party and the Republican Party and hammering out agreements in Congress. Right Mother. That's what he said. That's why you want to go with me. I'll I'll get Congress back into it, so there are participants because remember, Obama was signing executive orders. Trump executive orders and basically, they were skirting. What should have been the responsibility of legislatives. And I remember Joe Biden on the campaign trail. Remember, he often touted his skill it finding compromise the quick compromise like Webster like Clay, right, I'll bring people together. His decades as a senator. How he knew everyone in the process. How we would bring them together. Come by yon they would sit down with Mitch McConnell. You know, Make sure what obviously drink his Kentucky Bourbon Morning, noon and night. It's like a fish. You know, he's a lush and Joe Biden would drink his flat beer his mouth to do OK so and that they would come to an agreement. You know, like Reagan and Tip O'Neill used to do it right. He said it the guy you signed more executive orders. That's all he's doing is signing executive orders as his aide de Camp guides his hand You know the executable it is Oh, my God. Always more to that number is 1 808 4 rate W A. B. C. That's 1 808 489222. We might as well call Joe Biden, the executive order president. Obama abused it. Trump abused it. And now Biden it's like it's the quinella. It's like he's signing five executive orders for everyone that Obama signed and Trump's son. But let me give you an update. Because this is something that I have a passion for and I have promised all of you as I have, since I declared my run for the mayoralty before the pandemic, the first Republican to do so. When I get elected mayor I intend on making sure that none of the city shelters that exist Will ever execute animals again because they have a three day life. That's it when when they either find an animal out in the street. A cat or a dog we use is an example of people bring in a cataract dog, for whatever reason. The clock ticks. You can't even get a reprieve from the Governor. Cuomo can't even call in and reprieve, an execution order and the gas Exterminate dogs and cats by the thousands. That's no longer going to happen. And let me give you an update. So many of you have asked me what you gonna do about the way tuxedo, the mayor of the Brookline projects? That's right, a tuxedo cat cared for by the residents and one in particular who took care of the feral cat colony there that it's so important. And the warding off the Ratched. The road inch the mice, the natural waited to it, not the pesticides. And tuxedo was just minding her own peace and Q's, right. And then all of a sudden, these two pit bulls was sicked on this cat tuxedo. Directed to shreds. I don't hold the pit bulls accountable because they were trained to do this by the Michael Vicks of the world. I will be going out to the Brookline housing projects personally this weekend as shite. Flatlands weaken our see where I was raised meets each New York And if I got to deal with the bloodshed and shake loose some information, Hey, we're not going to talk. Good guy. Bad cop kind of interrogation. No, no, no, no. It's called pain compliance. We're going to find out who killed Tuck Sheetal, who were the door garnish. That's sick. That pit bulls on this great example of what feral cats can do our city for our city. Anyway. Let's get back also. It's not just executive orders. Joe Biden is now putting together a commission to pack the court. Remember how Joe Biden said on on on I'm not into stack in the court, like FDR tried and which reposed No, no, no, no, no. But now all of a sudden they're putting together the Bite Administration, a bipartisan commission to consider expanding the U. S. Supreme Court. Stacking the court. Why? You know how many extra judges right And they're also considering what the schmuck two parts wants to do in terms of increasing the number of federal lower court judges to offset to 200 plus Federal judges who were successfully nominated My former President, Donald. So, you think that stack in the court? What happened? Joe? I said I thought you said you were against that right? Then now there's the move on filibuster, You know, filibuster. Gotta get 60 votes to get important legislation through. It's not a simple majority. In fact, that was one of the questions earlier today on beat Bernie There. Bernie got and his opponent God, Although we're going to talk about his opponent who cheated who absolutely cheated and bamboozled Sid Rosenberg go up Jewish on the chosen person. I'm so bright. What a schmuck! What apart, she got bamboozled by his guy from mine Road, New Jersey Anyway, let's go to the audiotape. In March of 18 41, the United States Senate experience its first continuous one of this political procedure. Any attempt to block or delay said in action on the bill or other matter by debating it at length. What is this political procedure called?.
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"We want somebody seven W A. B. C. I was listening this morning as they try to listen to the really great lineup that John Catsimatidis has put together and expanded here. W ABC returning the luster and the glory, too. What was when I first started doing talk radio back in 1991 here, the greatest And the biggest talk radio station in the nation of £50,000. For Watts of sound. I even did overnight where you could be heard in 38 states and parts of Canada and down in the Bahamas in Bermuda. And then all of a sudden there was a rollback. It's almost like there was a rebate, and I went through a lthough various forms cap cities owned US. Disney owned a citadel owned those cumulus owned US. And we became a shadow of what we had been. And then naturally, we were on the block. We could've went the route of WPL, Jake gone. That's it. No more P. L J and iconic station on the FM side, our sister station we were at that point, and thankfully, John Catsimatidis rescued us. And he listens to the show morning, noon and night and I'm advocating that all of you begin to listen to all the shows as much as his humanly possible. And if you can't listen to the live broadcast, not just from you to rest your radio, but from you call you Vanya truck, You know, I know you're gonna hit the dashboard sometimes when you hear me, you know what it might cause you to hit the divider? No, no, no. Don't want to do that. Listen on the stream on your computer. Listen to the app. You could be in Afghanistan and Iraq and here eclairs crystal clear. And then, of course, if you can hear it live You can just hear it on well what? Everybody goes to the podcast and you can listen to it over and over again. Well, I had the benefit of listening to the morning show Burn on McGurk. Consider Rosenberg as I mentioned they were interviewing John Catsimatidis Stella defense of Rudy was under fire. They want to disbar him. They want to sanction him. They want to put him on the shelf so he can't practice law. And In addition, John on his own show will have Alan Dershowitz. In defense ability, at least talk about what Rudy's legal options are, and I'll be doing my own defense and talking about how one infamous attorney Never faced the fate that Rudy is going to now, and everyone should have defended his right to practice law because a client when charged in our country. Is guaranteed to have the council of their choice. Sometimes it's provided at great cost. Sometimes it's pro se. Other times. You can't afford anything. So you have to get a government appointed lawyer. We'll get into that momentarily. Right after their interview with John, Catch him and tedious They decided to stick the shiv. And Republicans all throughout New York City, who a week ago was shocked. To be getting phone calls, Emails texts. From Vipers from Venus fly traps, mostly young women. We're trying to entice you over the mash in a line. Talking about all you could temporarily, you know, it's like rent out the Democratic Party. Do what Yang did in George, You know, we should all go down there register is Democrats so that we can change the makeup of the Senate? Remember how Yang lead that gang? People said that was wrong. You don't live. They shouldn't do that. Well, this is a different twist. Uh, similarly trying to get This same same reaction. Well, let's go. Let's go to the audio cut. And this guy named Bruce title bound who lives in my neighborhood, the Upper West Side who I started this petition and this group. He wants to make sure that Nearly all two million of the Republicans in the city by Valentine's Day, Feb. 14 switch to Democrats because he feels like the Republican voice is not heard in this city. Republicans will have a chance to win in this city, so he wants to sway the two million Republicans in New York City to change to Democrat from this, we will have a voice in the election, and I would do that. That's a good idea. It's not a bed. I mean, we we have to play chess, right and Schmuck parts is that they are and I'm not saying anything on the radio that I didn't tell them in person. First off. We're not, McGurk said. It's like playing chess. Well, there's a gambit position that you take initially. I know I've done that many times with my youngest son's Carter and Hunter. When I have my visitation with him, they love to challenge me and chest. I'm not very good at chess, but I know the gambit move. And that means that I wish losing my pawns and minor pieces to gain an advantage. Why they think and they want me every time he's a kids. Got his 12 hunters. Eight. They beat me everything, but I used the gambit move with lightning strike effectiveness. I think I'm going to just sweep sweep the board and the kids understand, even at their age. That I've just weaken myself. Have weakened myself. And then show I told Bernie I Bernie McGurk, who is a great historian. I said, You know the story of a Benedict Arnold, and he knew it well. How he was ruled by his wife and a British major who sat them down in Philadelphia. This is when he was with the Continental Army, an aide de camp to Washington, and they told him You can't win. No, the Continental Army cannot win. Why don't you join forces with us?.