It is the year 1775, and I am near giving up we are low on food, supplies. I honestly don’t know how this Continental Army can go on like this. It is a bunch of men and boys haphazardly pulled together and expected to fight the British.

Your Obedient,
Humble,

G. Washington

“You see Abigail, it is letters like this that I write it’s like they don’t care about the war, the army,” said George.

“But I know John cares, he is trying, really he is,” Replied Abigail.
But inside George thought about the troops, they were still marching somewhere as he sat in the parlor at Mount Vernon enjoying a game of chess. They really were a haphazard bunch, but they had the will to live, to fight. There was something special about that room weather it was the bright green shade of color on the walls, or the lovely mahogany furnishing that room was special.

“Well I suppose that I have to go now,” said Abigail After she left George checked that work was running smoothly on the farm, and then he did some work himself he knew that he had to set out tomorrow to rejoin the army, and meet General Lafayette. So after a good amount of work he played the harpsichord, and then read the newspaper. Independence, that one word generates so much of a buzz in the media, and yet he is the one fighting for it.
He was interrupted by a knock on the door. Opening it, he saw Patrick Henry standing there in the freezing rain he ran in, he had come to see Washington. And see him for only one thing, the power that the federal government should have. You see, he was a republican an opponent of Federalism he believed that the states should have more power then the federal government.

And so they sat down in that same green parlor and discussed the country that he was fighting for.
Then Patrick Henry bid goodbye, and George settled in for a good night of sleep, tomorrow he would meet Lafayette. The next day he woke up, and set out for his troops. He splashed through the mud as it seeped into every crack in his boots. At his stables the horses mood was no better. Yet is was as if him and the horse knew their duty to their country. So they treaded through the mud, streams as they made their way to the Continental Army. Off in the distance he saw an army, his army. He galloped up to them they recognized him instantly.
The army was extremely happy to see their commander walk up to them. A morale boost swept the army as they noticed. For another day they marched to meet Lafayette. They were low on all supplies, but they were promised shipments of gunpowder, muskets, and flints. They found Lafayette and the majestic French fleet. The British fleets are equally majestic; just they look better when they are not shooting you.
Then George steeped onto Lafayette’s ship and they talked, they talked, ate, and drank the finest French wine. They talked about many things like what to do with the French fleet, the French troops.
After his visit with Lafayette he consulted with his spymaster about the British fleet. Then he planned to attack, knowing he had a new ally, the French.
And so he planned a counterattack on New York harbor He would take the heights while the French fleet would come from behind blocking the only escape. He would attack at nightfall.