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The Night Quest...
George Washington's Private Journals
He looked up at the starry revolutionary sky. Beautiful, he thought. Lonely, but so very beautiful. He closed his eyes, and as he was drifting off to sleep and he heard his daughter sobbing silently. He wanted to comfort her, but he couldn't, and he fell into a deep sleep. The nightmares then attacked his soul as he watched his daughter naked and being tossed into the river, as the British soldiers were laughing and drinking. They made the rape party available for everyone to see.
He tried helping her at the start, but he was force to fight two British Soldiers at one time, and if he won, they'd leave her alone. The fight was still fresh in his mind and tried to change the outcome while he slept.
When he took a step toward the first man, the other one threw a flurry of face and head punches that stunned him and forced him to step back. Then a third soldier joined the fighting party and they circled around him in a slight crouch. He threw a right round house punch and missed the target completely. One of the soldier's kicked his right heel out from under him and he fell onto his back, and after that there was no mercy. They kicked him senseless until he was completely knocked out.
The river water was cold, but they roughed bathed her and then took turns. He tried to force his way to her, and knew he would die in the blink of an eye, but it didn't matter. His body ached so much he just stood silent and begged God for forgiveness.
“Forgive me God, I can't seem to help my baby,” He cried.
In an instant he woke up to such commotions that filled the air. He looked toward his daughter and she was being helped by two of General Washington's men. They had the rape party tied to trees, and the men who resisted being tied were shot to death.
The young girl ran to her father and hugged him tight. “I'm sorry baby,” he cried.
“For nothing,” she whispered. “For nothing.”
“General!” He demanded.
Washington walked over to him carrying a thick tree branch.
“I want those men shot!”
“Did you hear me?”
“I did,” he replied. “I don't think we will have them shot. Your daughter will not be avenged. And they will not suffer.”
“What do you mean?”
The general handed the tree branch to his daughter and nodded his head.
“Beat them?” she whispered.
“Make them suffer,” he replied. “Beat them for as long as you can.”
For a moment she stood frozen, staring at the tied rape party. Then she looked into her father's eyes and saw hurt. She saw suffering, and shame. She then walked to the rape party and started beating them with the tree branch. She was hitting them in the genitals with swift accuracy. She concentrated on no other place, but the genitals. Each blow had more hatred and more thrust. She prayed that the tree branch would shatter their privates beyond recognition. She wanted them to remember what they did to her, and that what she did to them was payment.
After an hour or so, she felt her hands shaking. She felt a little dizzy so she stopped. She walked toward the general and dropped the tree branch in front of his feet.
“They're never going to use their fucking dicks anymore,” she half whispered.
A smile almost creased the general's face as he turned away from her.
“Thank you general,” her father called as he took his daughter by the hand and walked away.
The general's second in command brought the horses over and stood directly in front of Washington. He helped the general onto the horse and then looked up at him. “What should we do with the rape gang?”
“The same thing we did to Lieutenant Britcone,” he said as he rode several paces away from the river and stopped.
Washington really never approved of capital punishment, but what was the next best thing? He couldn't put his finger on it, so it had to be. There was a war going on, and it meant death, and only prayer offered some relief.
Ten shots rang out and the general closed his eyes. Those shots kept ringing in his ears as he commanded the horse to move on.