A long time ago I envisioned myself atop Breed's Hill on this day. June 17th at 6 am. The explosions heard in Boston went on all day. The sounds came across the Charles River. According to a domestic servant the sounds were horrific. As well as the black smoke from the city of Charlestown burning. It was the most terrifying day she ever went through. She recalled many years later.
I didn't make it here. Oh well. One day I hope to someday. The colonials lost the battle but won the war. They put fear into the souls of the regulars, as well as the brass. Attacking fortified positions was a mistake not to be repeated by the British. Caution would enter into play. This caution prevented them from pushing the envelope in future engagements. There is a balance between caution and out right aggressiveness. They the Brits failed to walk this tight rope. Thanks to this day 250 years ago.
The 20th century rolls around and we were there to help our hated adversary out in 2 world wars. You never know in life. The worm can turn. In warfare as well as our own lives we have to strike that balance between aggressiveness and caution. Fortunately we have a helper in DS ( Divine spirit. It is ours if we seek it out.
This day above all others was a single day that changed the course of world history. A great nation arose atop this hill. This nation would be a force of good. A nation that would keep the world out of tyrany. Growing pains along the way sure. I believe God's plan was behind the US. He foresaw what was coming down the pike. Trust in God first, form that connection. It is on our money In God we trust, don't just think of it as a slogan. But something that is lived on a daily basis.