We were in Boston when my friends and I went to protest against British. They were being unfair with all the laws. The taxes were going to far.
We were on patrol, and some lowlifes had the guts to attack us. We didn't have orders to kill them, but we were under attack. While they were attacking, our men were getting hurt so we shot at them as a act of self-defense.
I was just standing there because I didn't know which side to help because I know that Britain had done some bad stuff, but we were attacking on pure impulse. We were going to lose this.