Washington’s Winter of Courage

Let me tell you about the winter we followed him. You ask what

kind of man stood before us that year? When the world called us traitors

and hope disappeared. He wasn't a king, wasn't born into power.

Just a leader who rose when the dark hour neared. He walked where

we walked, and he bled as we bled. Yet he carried

the weight of a nation instead. When the world said, "Surrender," he answered,

"Not yet. Not while liberty lives. Not while I draw breath."

We had lost more than battles; we had buried our friends.