Wednesday, June 16, 2021

Put Confidence in no Arm of Flesh!


By Catherine Ulrich Brakefield

June 16, 1775, marked the day when Corporal Amos Farnsworth knew his prayers had been heard and the war against Great Britain had God's approval.

The Revolutionary War's military maneuvers changed seemingly overnight during the Battle of Bunker Hill. Acting under orders from Artemas Ward, some thousand colonial militiamen grabbed shovels, picks, cannon, and guns and followed Colonel William Prescott to Bunker Hill. The newly formed Continental Army had decided to take a stand and fight the pompous British Redcoats atop this peninsula. 

They built earthen fortifications by the moon's glow that overlooked Boston, located on the Charlestown Peninsula, on Breed's Hill throughout the night. The order had been to construct fortifications atop Bunker Hill, but Prescott chose first to dig in on Breed's Hill, which was closer to Boston.

Prescott was aware that his small band of militiamen was outnumbered two to one. His militiamen were scantly armed and less equipped to fight off a large military force. Still, the time had come to take a stand for freedom.

Corporal Amos Farnsworth understood that if they were going to win this war, they had to, at some point, confront the enemy. Running and hiding behind stone walls and trees, emulating the Indians they had fought earlier during the French-American war had its advantages. Still, he'd heard the grumblings among his fellow militiamen. He was as tired as they and had grown weary of fancy-footing around stone walls and dodging bullets.

Commander of the British force, General Gage, whistled “Yankee Doodle Dandy,” thinking to himself that tomorrow would be a dandy day to squish the life out of these rebels who thought they stood a chance to win over the well-trained forces of his Majesty's Army.

This ragged band of farmers would taste the sharp steel of British discipline. Yes, he, with his well-armed British soldiers would stamp out these farmers turned militiamen. Gage could have envisioned the Patriots running home to hide beneath their beds.

General Gage planned to teach those obstinate rebels a lesson they would never forget. How dare this so-called Continental Army think they could best his well-trained British Army.

On the afternoon of June 17, 2,200 British Redcoats advanced. Nothing. Had Gage made a mistake? Had his intelligence been mistaken? Or had those white-liver tree-hugger cowards hightailed it off Bunker Hill and back to the woods?

Suddenly, the top of the hill erupted in flames!

American General Prescott watched with satisfaction as the British fell like scythed wheat and performed a high-stepping two-step running back down the hill!

The British re-formed and went up again. And again—

"Don't fire unless you see the whites of their eyes!" Prescott yelled. Their ammunition now dangerously low, they waited until the Redcoats were within a few dozen or so yards from them, then the Patriots let loose with a barrage of musket fire, throwing the British into full retreat mode.

The inevitable arrived—there was not one bullet to share amongst the ragged band of Patriots. Bravely they fought on with picks and shovels and then dove into full hand-to-hand combat.

      The British won the Battle of Bunker and Breed's Hill. Charlestown Peninsula fell beneath British control. But for the inexperienced Americans like Corporal Amos Farnsworth, who escaped yet to fight another day, the battle was a morale-builder.

Patriot gunfire had cut down some thousand enemy troops, with more than two hundred killed and eight hundred wounded. One hundred Americans perished and a little over three hundred others injured.

From Corporal Amos Farnsworth’s diary, we get a small glimpse of what that battle curtailed and what consumed the thoughts of these courageous men:

 "Oh, the goodness of God in preserving my life, although they fell on my right hand and on my left! O may this act of deliverance of thine, O God, lead me never to distrust thee; but may I ever trust in thee and put confidence in no arm of flesh!"

 Psalm 91 became living truth for Farnsworth and his militiamen:

"He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, 'He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust …You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, Nor of the arrow that flies by day…A thousand may fall at your side…but it shall not come near you" (vss 1, 5, 7).

Three weeks later—on July 2, 1775—George Washington arrived in Cambridge, Massachusetts, to command the Continental Army.

In 1843, the Bunker Hill Monument—221-foot-tall granite obelisk—was erected as a monument to the Battle of Bunker Hill. The monument is located on Breed’s Hill, where most of the fighting took place with these words engraved: Battle of Bunker Hill: June 17, 1775.

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References:  American revolution

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  1. Thanks for the post! I'm grateful that the diaries of these great men survived so that we may know that they sought their Creator for advice, solace and bravery and thanked Him for His provision. I'm sure there was much sadness when, as you describe, their munitions ran low but the fact that they saw progress in what they were doing and took comfort in prayer is a good lesson for us.

    1. Connie R. So true! These brave minutemen sacrificed everything for freedom's sake! What a keepsake they have left us, giving glory to God even during their worst trials.

  2. I always appreciate a post that references a diary. Thanks for sharing.

    1. Thank you Cindy! I think that it is a wonderful testimony, too, that throughout the years, that their thoughts were cherished for other generations to learn from!