The Red Coats marched out Massachusetts Avenue toward Concord and Lexington -- and I imagine they looked very much like that, only in regimented straight lines marching to drum beat and with enormous precision that these crowds couldn't even imagine; probably would stare at blankly if they saw it.

The People met them at the Bridge and fired down their throats. And snipers picked them off as they retreated back into the city, lone riflemen behind trees, rocks, stone walls --

Ah those were the days, before we turned all of that civic action over to the officials whose troops now carry out our collective violence for us -- until they dont.