I grew up in a town incorporated in 1683. Its farmers fed the locals and carted their products to Worcester and Boston and were instrumental in hiding war armament from the British Regulars. Some historians believe that the British would cross the bridge in Concord on their way to Stow.
Men and boys prepared for the confrontation at the bridge but didn’t arrive in time, so they took the fight to the British Regulars at Meriam’s Corner. Individuals from that town have fought in every conflict since. I am no exception.
