When I awoke in the morning, my anxiety returned. Were the Americans still fighting? Was their flag, or the British flag standing? I was eager, yet frightened to know what had happened. Trying to see through the dawn with my own eyes proved to be a challenge, for I could strain them no longer. I earnestly hoped that the horrible, gruesome fight yesterday had not brought the Americans to surrender. Grabbing a spyglass from my pack, I returned to my post. I took a deep breath before I looked through it, fearing that the worst had come. Then I brought the glass up to my eye and tried to focus. My hands were shaking so it was hard to see—but suddenly I caught a glimpse of red and white stripes…then blue with dotted white…yes, it was our flag, still waving in the midst of all the smoke and bombs, proudly and bravely. It stood there, a banner defying the British, and I knew we were not lost!