HELEN (HANYU) LIU
Athenian hoplites, heavily armed foot soldiers of ancient Greece, marched with dignity and pride resting on their shoulders towards the battle that changed the ancient world – the Battle of Marathon.
Athenian hoplites, heavily armed foot soldiers of ancient Greece, marched with dignity and pride resting on their shoulders towards the battle that changed the ancient world – the Battle of Marathon.
Scipio smiled inwardly (it was never a good idea to show your feelings before a battle) seeing that Hannibal’s first line of men were frightened recruits that had likely just been picked up along the way. Scipio’s soldiers had bulging muscles, hard, chiseled features, and fierce, determined eyes. Scipio felt a twinge of fright, though, about what must be skilled, decorated veterans at the back.
I, Prince Estabrook, tried my best to hide all sense of fatigue. I, with my fellow militiamen, listened to Captain John Parker and his orders. Captain Parker was a local farmer turned commander, from Lexington, and had been appointed the leader of our militia. I was an emancipated slave from Ashby, Massachusetts, a town 40 miles away from Lexington. I had traveled down to Lexington a few months ago so I could become a Minuteman and fight for America’s freedom.