A report on the action at Welbourne’s Plantation

A report on the recent action against the enemies of our liberties and domestic well-being near Welbourne’s Plantation this past 6 – 8 November 2015

Responding to the militia call to arms in direct response to enemy movements, a small detachment from the 1st Virginia being on furlough joined the camp of the Augusta County Militia (ACM) resolved to harass and harangue the intruding Parliamentary Forces. Arriving past dark, a party was immediately set forward to scout and assess movements.  Finding no enemy presence, our band unanimously resolved to challenge entry onto the Plantation at the creek’s fording.

Arising at 4.30, our determined group set position prior to sunset whereas a sharp engagement ensued.   Holding back the Regulars in our front for several minutes, we retired only when severely pressed by Tory hordes to our left and Jaegers on our right. Returning to camp, the day’s rain began to dampen the field but not the fervor for our cause.  We built our wigwams and pooled our food to make a fine lunch of boiled meat and potatoes.  Augmented by Dragoons of the 3rd Continentals, we set out to loosen the enemy’s hold at the bridge site. We drove their sentries back scurrying like jackrabbits and were only forced back when overwhelming forces of Regulars arrived to their relief.  The day’s last foray split our forces with the ACM clearing the lower fields of the left, dragoons in the middle and our band on the upper right.  After gaining entry to the enemy’s rear, we pounced in surprise upon 2 pickets guarding their main camp.  Only their spirited flight for help prevented our ability in rendering them our guests for the evening. Returning well after dusk, the rest of the evening spent on guard duty.

Sunday morning found the Regulars retiring, along with their Tories and hired Mercenaries, from the Plantation’s grounds.  Confident in our exertions in the defense of our liberties in advancing our cause and reputations, we returned to the blissful serenity of our domiciles.

Your obedient and loyal servant,

Nats