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Aveteran long before the War for Independence, Sam Whittemore was America's
oldest, bravest soldier.
By Patrick J. Leonard
On April 19, 1775, approximately 1,800 British troops marched from Boston to Concord
to capture areported store ofColonial munitions and hopefully to bag such advocates of
rebellion as John Hancock and Sam Adams. At Lexington Green, they were confronted
On their arrival inConcord, where alerted citizens watched their every move, theBritish
troops searched for but did not locate any ofthe munitions, which were cleverly
concealed ina variety ofingenious hiding places. Hancock and Adams were miles away,
fully aware ofthe British column, thanks toPaul Revere and his assistants.
Learning that theMinutemen were swarming toward them from as far away as
Worcester, and realizing that the munitions were too well secreted to befound without a
lengthy search, the British began an orderly retreat toward Boston. Soon, guemlla bands
were firing from thewoods and stone walls at the beleaguered marching troops. As
British casualties increased^ their ranks became somewhat disorganized. The Americans
then struck even harder at their hated red-coated foes.
While all that excitement was going on, 80-year-old farmer Sam Whittemore was
placidly working inhis fields atMenotomy (now Arlington), Mass. Heknew nothing of
theBritish invasion and the deaths at Lexington. In younger days, Whittemore had been a
soldier, and a good one. Hebecame a captain inHis Majesty's Dragoons stationed in
America, and fought against the French, the Indians, and renegades of all types. Heeven
spent a brief period onboard a ship that was hunting for a pirate. Hewas always ready to
drop his farming tools, pick up hisweapons and march offto battle.
Most men below therank of general have had their fill of warbythe time they reach their
50th year. NotWhittemore! In 1745, hewas among the forces that stormed theFrench
fortress atLouisburg, Nova Scotia, where hecaptured a fine, albeit gaudy and
overdecorated, French saberthat he would treasurethe rest of his long life. As legend has
it, taciturn Sam said that the former owner ofthe saber had "died suddenly," but
furnished no further details.
For some inexplicable reason, Britain returned Louisburg to theFrench, who diligently
spent years and a fortune rebuilding and rearming thefortifications. Then, in 1758, the
British decided to retake and forever demolish Louisburg. Whittemore, now ahearty 64,
buckled on his French saber and, as peppy as ever, joined the expedition. The fort vvas
conquered again, and he remained with the wrecking crew until Louisburg w^
year later, Sam marched away again, this time winding up in ^ebec, where he fou^t for
General James Wolfe against the French General Louis-Joseph, marquis de Montcalm.
In 1763, Ottawa ChiefPontiac led an uprising in the wild, distant lands that would one
day become Michigan, Ohio and Pennsylvania. Whittemore was then 68 and still looking
for action.
The sons and grandchildren were ordered to stay home and work on the farm. With his
saber and other weapons, Whittemore rode creakingly away on arickety horse. He
returned in triumph months later, astride one ofthe best stallions ever seen in Menotomy,
and carrying amatched pair ofornate dueling pistols. The former owner ofthe dueling
pistols, an enemy officer, had "died suddenly" according to laconic Sam.
Throughout his lengthy life, "Captain Sam" was as active in civilian life as he was in his
military career. He served on important town committees as an assessor, aselectman, and
in other capacities.
As ayoung married man Sam built his own home, which he and his wife Elizabeth
(Spring) soon filled with three sons and five daughters. The Whittemore home still exists,
on Massachusetts Avenue in Arlington.
The infuriated colonel promptly but illegally had Whittemore jailed, and while Sam was
fuming in his cell. Vassal sued him for defamation ofcharacter. The ensuing trial was a
teated and well-attended one. Dauntless Whittemore, who made an admirable witness for
Miqaclfi won his case. He then promptly sued the arrogant colonel for false arrest; after
^ther sterling performance, the court awarded Whittemore the equivalent of$6,000 to
soothe his pride.
After Pontiac's War, Whittemore tended to his endless chores on the farm, but he also
became interested in the prospect ofthe 13 Colonies gaining independence fi^om Britain.
He believed that his descendants should have their own country, be able to enact their
own laws and not be subject tothe whims of a distant king and government.
Whittemore somehow learned about the British action at Lexington at midday on April
19 (the sound ofdistant gunfire may have alerted the aged warrior), and he immediately
stopped working and hastened to his house. There, before the eyes of his astonished
family, Sam methodically loaded his musket and both ofhis famed dueling pistols, put
his powder and ball inside his worn and well-traveled military knap^^pk, strafm^
French saber around his waist, squared his grizzled jawand, as hestrode briskly outthe
door, simply informed his worried family that he was "going tofight the British regulars"
and told them to remain safely indoors until he returned.
Whittemore walked to a secluded position behind a stone wall on Mystic Street, near the
comer ofwhat is now Chestnut Street in Arlington, and calmly settled in. Some of the
Minutemen pleaded with Whittemore tojointhem in their safer positions, but he ignored
their admonitions. Soon the 47th Regiment of Foot, followed bythe main body of British
troops, appeared inview. On both sides ofWhittemore, Minutemen were shooting atthe
approaching Redcoats and then sprinting away to where they could reload in safety.
Waiting until the regiment was almost upon him, Whittemore stood up, aimed his musket
carefully and fired, killing a British soldier. Hethen fired both dueling pistols, hitting
both of histargets, killing one man outright and mortally wounding another. Not having
time to reload his cumbersome weapons, he grabbed his French saberand flailed away at
the cursing, enraged Redcoats who now surrounded him. Some of those infuriated
soldiers were probably less than one quarter of Sam's 80 years; few, if any, were even
half his age.
One Englishman fired his Brown Bess almost point-blank into Whittemore's face, the
heavy bullet tearing halfhis cheek away and knocking him flat on his back. Undaunted,
Whittemore attempted to riseand continue the fight, but received no lessthan 13 bayonet
wounds from the vengeful Redcoats. They also mercilessly clubbed his bleeding head
and drove their musket butts into his body as they ran by.
When the last Britisher had left the scene and was far enough away for them to come out
in safety, the villagers who had seenWhittemore's last stand walked slowly toward the
body. To theirastonishment, he was still alive and consciousand stillfull of fight!
Ignoring hiswounds, he was feebly trying to load his musket for a parting shot at the
retreating regiment.
A door was used as a makeshift stretcher and Whittemore was carried to the nearby
Cooper Tavern. Doctor Nathaniel Tufts of Medford stripped away Sam's torn, bloody
clothing andwas aghast at hismany gaping bayonet wounds, the other numerous bruises
and lacerations, and his horrible facial injury. According to every medical te?ct Tufts had
ever studied and all of his years of experience treating injured people, the old manshould
Tufts sadly remarked that it was useless to evendress so many wounds, since Whittemore
could not possibly survive for very long; the deep bayonet thniits must have pierced
many of his vitalorgans. The horrified bystanders, however, persuaded the reluctant
doctorto do his best, and Tuftsbandaged Whittemore. He did what he could withthe
fiightful facial wound in an agewhen plastic sia^^ry was unknown. When the bandaging
was finally^nished, old Samwas tenderly carried backto his home to die surrounded by
his grievi^ family.
To the surprise of everyone but ittdottiitable Captain Samuel Whittemore, he lived! And
continuedactive for the next 18 years, dying on February 3, 1793, at age 98, proud that
he had donehis part and more in America's fight for independence. When asked if he
everregretted his heroic deed, which had left him disfigured and somewhat lame,
Whittemore would proudly reply in ringingtones, "No! I would take the samechance
again!"
One might question Captain Whittemore's tactical military skill and hisjudgment in his
last battle, but-eertainly not his sheer courage and bravery. *
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