We think we know the American Revolution. We've seen the paintings, the ones with Washington crossing the Delaware, his jaw set firm, the flag rippling heroically behind him. We've memorized the dates in school, 1776 and all that. We know the big names, Jefferson and Adams and Franklin, brilliant men in powdered wigs who wrote documents that changed the world. But here's what those paintings don't show you: the frostbitten feet of teenage boys who hadn't eaten in three days. The terror in a woman's eyes as soldiers, friend or foe she couldn't tell anymore, approached her farmhouse. The impossible choices people made, not because they were heroes, but because staying neutral wasn't an option life was going to give them. The American Revolution wasn't just a war. It was a family torn apart at the dinner table, a community fracturing down fault lines no one saw coming, a test of human endurance that pushed ordinary people past what they thought they could survive. This book isn't about the grand strategies or the political philosophies, though those matter. This is about the intimate history, the human drama that textbooks tend to smooth over because it's messy and complicated and doesn't fit neatly into the narrative we prefer to tell ourselves. Grab a copy of yours now!