Chapter 9
Valley Forge, 1777
“It simply isn’t right! Here we are, freezing our asses off while those bastards back at the capitol sit in their warm homes, drinking brandy and talking about how grand it shall all be once this war is over and we’ve won the day!”
Alexander Hamilton was an odd fellow, but one that Christian liked. To a degree. He didn’t really care for much of anyone, if he was honest with himself. But he and Hamilton had much in common. The other patriot was also a Guardian. At twenty-two, he was younger and less experienced in all things than Christian, but the pair had enough in common that, while they shared a room as aide-de-camps to General Washington, Christian could put up with his lengthy, elaborate, overly-flowery speeches, such as the one he’d been shouting for t
