Narrative of the Boston Massacre

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My name is Nathaniel Jamerson, and I witnessed one of the most horrific events of all time, or so it’s said, The Boston Massacre, more like the Boston shooting. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was 27 at the time, and I’m just your everyday carpenter in Boston. I remember waking up in the morning, getting dressed, and the clothes I wore. I stepped out of my house just like any other normal day, and until then, that’s all it was, a normal day. I went to my shop and built, just like any other day. I believe I made a wooden chest that day, very intricate. Little did I know that that day, March 5, 1770, would become the most memorable day of my life. I was on my way home from my job, just like any other day. I had nothing with me but the clothes on my back, being that I never work from my house. I was walking down the street, King Street, and I saw a British soldier, standing where he normally stood, minding his own business. A young man, started harassing him all of the sudden, calling the soldier names and making fun of him. I believe he said something about paying bills to someone, I wasn’t paying very much attention. Trying to stay uninvolved I continue forward and thought nothing of it. I’ve always found I best to stay out of other people’s affair. Yes, the British taxed us and I’m not their biggest fan, but that’s not a reason to be uncivil about it. The soldier was just an everyday guy, besides being in the wrong place at the wrong time, he did absolutely nothing to provoke the colonist to verbally attack him. Another soldier stepped up and told the man to be respectful, and out of spite the man insulted the other soldier as well. From what I could hear, the soldier had challenged the man and struck him with his musket. The man brought it upon himself, but started crying over exaggerated, drawn out cries. I kept walking away minding my own business,
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