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A Family’s Sacrifice in the Fight for Independence

As we ease our way toward the 250th anniversary of the founding of the United States in 2026, it’s worth pausing to reflect on the profound sacrifices that birthed our nation. On July 4, 1776, 56 delegates gathered in Philadelphia to adopt the Declaration of Independence, a bold assertion of liberty that ignited a revolution.

Like many Americans, my family tree is deeply entwined with that struggle. Twenty of my ancestors stepped forward as Patriots to fight for independence, while a few aligned with the Loyalists, and others may have served among the British regulars. Their stories unfold across the colonies, in famed battles like Brandywine and King’s Mountain, as well as obscure skirmishes known mostly to historians.

Recently, my research uncovered two more Patriot ancestors—a fifth great-grandfather and a fourth great-granduncle—adding fresh layers to this personal history. One such story centers on my fifth great-grandfather, John Samples, of Richmond County, Georgia. In 1777, he joined the Georgia Militia under captains aligned with Colonel Elijah Clarke, a renowned Patriot leader celebrated for his guerrilla tactics. His service culminated in the Battle of Alligator Creek Bridge on June 30, 1778, during the third and final Patriot attempt to invade British East Florida.

Authorized by Georgia’s assembly, the campaign aimed to seize St. Augustine and halt Loyalist raids, but it was doomed by command disputes between Continental General Robert Howe and Governor John Houstoun. By late May 1778, about 1,300 men—Georgia militia and South Carolina Continentals—had advanced into Florida. On June 29, Howe occupied Fort Tonyn near modern Hilliard, Florida.

The next day, a detachment pursued retreating Loyalist Rangers led by Colonel Thomas Brown south to Alligator Creek, a swampy tributary west of present-day Callahan, Florida, near U.S. Route 301. Likely led by Colonel James Screven’s cavalry and supported by Clarke’s militia of 100–300 men from Richmond and Wilkes Counties, the Patriots assaulted a British redoubt at the bridge. The terrain was unforgiving: dense swamps, a wide ditch, and felled trees that bogged down the cavalry.

Opposing them were British regulars, Loyalist militia (including Brown’s East Florida Rangers), and Native American allies, possibly Creek or Seminole warriors, totaling 200–400 men with a numerical edge. The British unleashed a flanking ambush, sowing chaos amid the lack of distinct uniforms.

The Patriots endured heavy losses: about eight or nine killed, nine wounded, and several captured, according to accounts from the American Battlefield Trust. Clarke himself was severely wounded, and Screven was injured. British casualties were lighter, around four or five killed.

The Patriots retreated, and the expedition unraveled by July 14 due to disease, desertions, and supply failures. John Samples was among those captured in the fray.

He was imprisoned at St. Augustine’s Castillo de San Marcos, where brutal conditions—starvation, disease, and abuse—claimed many lives. Tragically, he died there, the only ancestor I know of who gave his life in the war.

Tory raids later destroyed his Richmond County home, forcing his family to flee.

In the wake of his father’s death, my fourth great-granduncle, Jesse Sampley, enlisted in 1779 at age 15 or 16.

Serving under officers like Ensign William Luker and Captain James Ryan, he fought Tories and British forces until 1783, often in South Carolina and Georgia campaigns.

Jesse’s 1833 pension application and claims for war reimbursements provide the richest details about John’s service and the family’s hardships.

As we approach a decade of semiquincentennial commemorations—from the Declaration in 2026 to the Treaty of Paris in 2033—let us remember these unsung heroes. Their valor forged our freedom. Each year, honor their memory: visit a battlefield, read a history book, or share a family story. In doing so, we keep the spirit of 1776 alive.

Check out Randall’s film The American’s Creed.

Help where you can

The winds blew strongly, some trees crackled as the broke while other simply bent with the wind.

Around us houses were lifted off their foundations and some where obliterated into a pile of rubble or every stick that made them up was simply carried away in the wind.

These were some of my memories of living through a tornado 14 years ago that impacted 600 homes destroying many and many businesses in my home town. The coming weeks and months while serving in rescue, relief and rebuilding were an unbelievable experience that I would not wish to live again.

In the process of doing those efforts, rescue and relief workers develop their own type of post traumatic stress disorder. This doesn’t become apparent in many until after all is said and done.

Our Southern country and my native Appalachia have been dealt a terrible blow by Hurricane Helene and now we learn Florida will face another with Hurricane Milton as I write this piece.

As I watched the stream of bits and pieces coming out of east Tennessee, southwest Virginia, western North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, and Florida, I found myself rolling back into my post tornado senses.
I had the urge to go out and get in the car to go to help with the rescue and response. The reality of it was, I was hours away, there was little I could do in areas where I was unfamiliar with the territory and without an organization on the ground to which I could connect, unlike in my own hometown.

As I saw ancestral towns that previous generations called home in distress, it pulled upon me, knowing there was little I could do at this point but pray and share opportunities for people to assist financially as I found solid leads for help.

From my experiences, I learned it is the local churches and local non-profit volunteers supporting local fire, sheriff’s and police departments alongside the responding city and county workers that carried us through. Endless hours and endless tasks as long as there were more to help, more to seek out, more to provide for days, weeks and months.

As I have seen the needs on social media streams, the remote areas impacted in the Appalachians, I know the rescuers have their tasks cut out for them to try and reach as many as they can. I have seen teams on foot, on horseback followed by pack mules or pack goats, folks on ATVs, and helicopters and drones carrying in supplies, and those same helicopters taking survivors to safety.

The devastation across six states will require months and in many areas years to recover as towns were simply wiped from the face of the earth. We need to include these rescue and relief workers and the victims constantly in our prayers as our lives go on as normal, theirs are mired in the mud that now surrounds all they knew.

If you are able to physically respond and volunteer in any of the impacted areas, I encourage you to seek out opportunities and bless those in need. If you are able to give, please find local churches or non-profits or those you know for sure are on the ground making a difference. My experience is your monies go farther and are better utilized with them than if given to well-known nationally known organizations. The one exception to nationally known in my experience is Samaritan’s Purse which I have seen on the ground working in the Appalachian areas. The Cajun Navy has been very active in the response as well. Also, there are many private helicopter pilots flying missions and their fuel costs are extensive. So, if you can find ways to help those through charities or individuals, I know it will be an appropriate place for funds.

Once all the areas are reached and the living are initially helped, there will be thousands without a houses because insurance will not cover their losses either at all or even in part. Their homes will have to be rebuilt and there will be need for money and volunteers.

There will likely be thousands that must be buried once that phase becomes the focus. I read of one family that lost fifteen members as a house slid down a mountainside. In the end, many families will never know what happened to their loved ones because no body will be recovered or will be recognizable or identifiable wherever they may have washed to rest. With their homes washed away, knowing whether they had any life insurance will likely be very difficult. Their survivors will need help and I imagine counties will be developing cemeteries for rest of the unknown victims.