January 11, 1861
The ocean battered the barnacle infested banks of the fort as the sun rose, as only it does on a Florida coast. Before long the sleepy town of St. Augustine was awash in a brilliant haze of reds and oranges as roosters crowed and bells tolled.
This morning, however, new sounds joined the routine. Tones of excitement and hope, and yet a sadly ironic harbinger of the pains to come. Men and women who were already awake began to read the notices hastily tacked on to the doors and trees, and as they read, their sounds added to the gradual crescendo of noise rapidly filling the streets.
Now the bells really began to clang as woops and hollers began erupting from every store front and residential window. A gang of children unaccustomed to anything this early but milking cows, began setting off firecrackers. Drums rattled, horses charged, and above it all the cannons at the ancient fort silenced it all for a just a moment with a round of volleys that shook the air.
The pastoral sounds of routine had been replaced with the cacophony of revolution and the cries of independence!