Replete With Colonial Army Spirits

Though I posted the following poem (B)efore (C)ovid, a sense of glee donned my being the notion arose to trumpet anew said literary handily crafted endeavor. Not far from here – Perkiomen Valley - Schwenksville, Pennsylvania regular folks going about their business unwittingly participated in history, a couple scant few years after the American Revolution. Two hundred forty three (12.3 score) years ago countless stripling soldiers strapping farming homeboys healthy agrarian lads raised among generations unseasoned lads in summer re: offspring original settlers heirs family acreage encompassed wide uninterrupted forested swaths across sprawling vistas sparsely populated enclaves, now heavily industrialized lovely bones occupying unmarked never known graves buried amidst avast cleft rapacious urbanization long forgotten innocent youths hailing within then bucolic Montgomery, Delaware and Chester county forsook their young precious lives voluntarily promising sons risking life and limb more often former versus latter sacrificing stripling flesh encompassing urbanized tracts quite familiar to yours truly suddenly made aware unbeknownst till yesterday informative literary handiwork titled "A Glimpse of Freedom" engagingly written by Douglas Shupinski details innocently naive country bumpkins sacrificing potential sweat of brow, albeit grueling labor fostering holistic existence transforming boyz to men hardened green soldiers into battle weary fighters regarding, kickstarting, envisioning inchoate cause named freedom emancipating fledgling America against British throne awareness percolates, perturbs, permeates psyche synchronizing, manifesting, galvanizing how past historical events within close proximity, where I mostly resided since birth, now experience absorption, communion, edification... with dead souls nearly deathly quiet only most perceptive can detect!