The Patriot troops marching on Washington D.C., Almost lost, they all just kept on walking trying to follow the rising sun which was just now barely showing over the hardwoods and tall pine tree tops.

Almost lost, they all just kept on walking trying to follow the rising sun which was just now barely showing over the hardwoods and tall pine tree tops. It was cooler only an hour ago but the sun would be hot today as they struggled with their weapons, ammunition and other supplies. 

This particular forest trail was the safest way to travel through the Northeast Virginia woodlands to reach Washington D.C.  but it was a very difficult trail if a trail at all. 

During the war these paths were the way to battle and most likely thousands of men and women had walked this same route to fight the radicals that had taken over the peoples government.

Every man and woman walking today realized and appreciated that every single step was a trap, they had to walk softly to avoid the vibration sensors buried throughout the woods by the government.

The sensors had little feeler antennas that was always searching for ground vibrations of motor vehicles like military heavy trucks and especially battle tanks.

The trail had not been walked on in thirty years was the guess and the trail conditions were hot and dry and the dust took your breath and kept your throat dry.  The underbrush was scratchy and the thorns nicked at you and sliced you often but they kept going like coolies carrying supplies on some wild safari in Africa.  

Like beasts carrying heavy loads they were all tired as the seven day march had at least three more days before they reached the supply points.