@George,
Hey, Boss, i'm no thread Nazi, and i have no problem with digressions . . . one of my favorite of those New England boys was Stark.
John Stark was a New Hampshire milita colonel who was a veteran of the French and Indian War. Prescott, in the redoubt on Breeds Hill, called for reinforcements, but a Royal Navy sloop was shelling Charlestown Neck, and the militia nearby were milling around and unwilling to brave the shell fire to cross the Neck. Stark marched his regiment up, looked at them and the British sloop with contempt, and told them to get out of his way. He marched his men across the Neck with no casualties.
He then went down to the beach of the Mystic River at Prescott's request to protect the flank. He had his men take stones from the beach and from the stone fences on the fields above to build a wall across the beach. The British soon tried to land troops nearby to take the redoubt in flank. Some of Stark's men started to panic, and he is said to have told them: "By God, you'll stay where you are, or Bessie Stark will be a widow tonight." He had his men crouch down behind the little stone wall (Israel Putnam always said Americans fought better if you gave them something to cover their legs), and when the redcoats were within a few yards, they stood and delivered their volley, killing 90 Brits in an instant. They then repulsed two more attacks on their position, until the redcoats gave up the effort.
Elizabeth Stark was not to be a widow for many more years. He survived the war, and he and his wife raised about a dozen children.