Connor: This is not Bunker Hill.

Patriot: Aye. It’s Breed’s. There’s been some… disagreement as to where we should encamp.

Connor: Any news from Boston?

Patriot: The Tories aren’t moving. And anytime we try to press them, we lose a dozen men. I think Putnam and the others plan to assemble artillery on these hills. A good shelling might make the Redcoats rethink their strategy. 

Connor: And what of John Pitcairn?

Patriot: That bastard is the cagiest of the bunch. He’s appeared, time to time, to taunt us or send regards by way of cannon fire. It’s all right, though. He’ll have what’s coming to him soon enough. 

…and for support of the glorious cause. I beg they will accept my most ordeal thanks for this distinguished testimony of their approbation.

But lest some unlucky event should happen unfavourable to my reputation, I beg it may be remembered by every gentleman in the room, that I this day declare with the utmost sincerity I do not think myself equal to the command I am honored with.

As to pay, Sir, I beg leave to assure the Congress, that as no pecuniary consideration could have tempted me to accept this arduous employment at the expense of my domestic ease and happiness, I do not wish to make any profit from it. I will keep an exact account of my expenses. Those I doubt not they will discharge, and that is all I desire.

Happy birthday George Washington!

(Oh, the irony of the DLC being release 3 days before…)