The Shot That Ended the War

The Shot That Ended the War

“Captain Johnson!” shouted Major Jackson, “Get over here! I have some information for you and your squad.”

I told my squad to meet me at main bunker where Major Andrew Jackson was. We all sprinted over there. “Yes, sir.” I reported.

“I have received Intel that there are many British soldiers, far as the eye could see. They are headed toward our defenses, here in New Orleans.” said Jackson.

After the orders were given to me, I examined Jackson’s face. It was covered with sweat. He looked nervous and confused, as if he didn’t want to go into battle with Britain. I could smell the fear on his face. It was almost like his sweat was trying to warn me that he thought we would lose this battle. “Are you alright, sir?” I whispered.

“Of course I am! Who do you think you are? Just get the entire militia ready for this battle. We will not lose this territory!” Jackson replied.

“But sir, we are not ready. Have of my men are wounded and low on ammo.” mentioned Sergeant Adams.

“I wouldn’t worry about that, Adams. This is going to be the toughest conflict you have ever fought. If we are lucky, half of us will live. The British brought almost their entire army.” I tried to scare every single recruit there was because I knew that Major Jackson had some strategy to keep us safe.

Once all of us were in position, we waited for the British. It seemed they would never come. I smelled the fear of every man around me. None of them wanted to die. And I heard a humongous explosion that deafened my ears. I gazed up at the sky. “Oh, my God! Get down!” I exclaimed. The British were firing their cannons all around us. Then I saw them. I didn’t have clear vision, but I saw the red uniforms and black belts and I knew this clash has started.

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Muskets were screaming in my ear as I tried to give orders. The British were flanking us from all directions, but we were only facing towards the main British soldiers. Luckily, Major Andrew Jackson spots the flankers and orders everybody to fire at them. In a matter of seconds, the entire squad of soldiers were killed.

As I saw hundreds of British soldiers drop dead in the mist of battle, I only saw a couple of American troops get wounded. I looked around the front lines of war for an easy target to shoot at. I haven’t even fired a shot yet. I glanced over at the back of the field and saw three men on horses. _What the? Who is that over there? It’s General Pakenham and two other generals! This is my chance, my chance to prove myself!_

I aimed my musket, took a deep breath, and shot my gun. BOOM! Headshot! The General of the British army dropped dead right by his two comrades. The other two men looked at their commanding officer fall down as a bullet goes right in between his eyes.

I aimed my rifle once again, going for a shot through the heart. BOOM! Another general killed. The third general cowardly ran off, but I saw a cannon drop right on his body, splitting him in two. “Ha-ha! That teaches you British to impress our sailors and invade our land I can taste your blood on our soil and it taste fantastic.”

I saw the rest of the enemy soldiers that were alive retreated and went back to Great Britain. The Battle of New of Orleans was finally over. There were thousands of enemy soldiers taking a nap they would never wake up from.

“Nice work, Captain. Those two shots you fired may have ended the war. Tell your squad mates the strongest general ever promoted you.”

“I will.”