Aw, you beat me to it. Whittemore is one of my favorite War Of Independence stories. In the first place, he was plowing his fields, which doesn’t sound impressive unless you recall he was either 78 or 80 at the time (his birth date is not entirely exact) and they didn’t have John Deere tractors. More important, he was a cranky old vet who just didn’t care. Don’t piss off cranky old vets is my advice.
“Don’t piss off cranky old vets is my advice.”
Or cranky middle-aged vets. (and which one isn’t when observing the domestic enemies’ attacks on the Constitution?)
Or cranky young vets. (ditto for above)
Or even the not-so-cranky ones, of all ages.