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Loving U.S history, especially of the Revolutionary times, is always a pleasure and usually always exciting to me despite the differences in the historians or biographers way of writing, but I must say I was not prepared for this book by David Hackett Fischer, one of the very best historians we have.
I began reading the first page and it reminded me of a great movie or another book I had seen or read that never has a dull moment, from beginning to end. When I read of the description of our soldiers trudging along in the icy cold night after crossing the Deleware to confront what they were not prepared to find, some with rags wrapped around their feet, eshausted, fighting not to fall asleep and freeze to death, I could almost feel the cold as I read on. How they fought hand to hand, face to face with the Hessians who were there for the British who never thought a sane person would come on a night as that. It was if I was right there, seeing it, feeling it.
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Washington's Crossing by David Hackett Fischer
6087582577, January 1, 2012
Loving U.S history, especially of the Revolutionary times, is always a pleasure and usually always exciting to me despite the differences in the historians or biographers way of writing, but I must say I was not prepared for this book by David Hackett Fischer, one of the very best historians we have.I began reading the first page and it reminded me of a great movie or another book I had seen or read that never has a dull moment, from beginning to end. When I read of the description of our soldiers trudging along in the icy cold night after crossing the Deleware to confront what they were not prepared to find, some with rags wrapped around their feet, eshausted, fighting not to fall asleep and freeze to death, I could almost feel the cold as I read on. How they fought hand to hand, face to face with the Hessians who were there for the British who never thought a sane person would come on a night as that. It was if I was right there, seeing it, feeling it.