"You are right, my men are not soldiers, they are lads. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. They run away. They fear the Hessians as they fear death. All this is true. Yet, they have put their trust in me. They could have deserted, thousands have, but these lads have not. They remain with me. And I, not you General Gates, I command this army. And if I, a bumbling Virginia farmer, should decide to lead them into hell, they will follow me into hell."