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“Molly Pitcher”

That day was brutally hot, and the cannon incessantly roared It was the twenty eighth of June in the third year of the war. Mary Hays was with her soldier, John, as he fought against the King. Men would call out “Molly Pitcher” and she brought water from a spring. The action began badly; Cornwallis pushing back Charles Lee. Who’d have bet a continental that this would be a victory? Then Washington brought up fresh troops and held Cornwallis back Rebel cannon from Hays’ battery stalled Cornwallis’ attack. John Hays , at his cannon, had succumbed to wounds and heat. But his gun must not go silent or we would go down to defeat. That was when Mary Hays decided she would take her husband’s place. She ran to serve his cannon and kept up the firing pace. She narrowly avoided death when the Redcoats returned fire But bravely stood her ground and fought, and a legend was inspired. Mary Hays survived the war and lived a ripe old age. She was honored for her service and a State pension was paid. That day at Monmouth Court House, we proved we could stand and fight. The British army left the field in the darkness of that night.
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Written by
john-f-mccullagh
63 / M / American
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Feb 19, 2015
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The date is 06/28/1778, the place is Monmouth Court House and Mary Hays, one of several "Molly Pitchers" bringing water to the Embattled Americans mans her fallen Husband's cannon and fires a shot in the cause of Liberty.

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