I used the information that I have about the Revolutionary War service of my 4th great-grandfather, Martin Carringer (1758-1835) to request two Artificial Intelligence LLMs to write a poem about his service:
Martin Carringer: A Revolutionary's Journey
From Pennsylvania's rolling hills he came,
A patriot answering freedom's call,
With musket shouldered, hearts aflame,
The Eighth Regiment would stand or fall.
At Brandywine Creek the battle raged,
September's morning, mist and smoke,
Where thirty thousand souls engaged,
And liberty's defenders broke.
Though British flankers found their way,
And Continental lines gave ground,
Young Carringer lived through that day,
When cannon's roar was freedom's sound.
October brought Germantown's fight,
Through fog so thick you could not see,
At dawn's first pale and ghostly light,
They struck for independence free.
Five hours the battle thundered on,
Though victory slipped from patriot hands,
The will to fight was never gone,
Hope lived throughout these troubled lands.
Then came the winter's bitter test,
At Valley Forge where heroes froze,
In huts of logs they took their rest,
While snow fell deep and north wind blows.
Twelve thousand souls in that dark place,
With Baron Steuben's drilling call,
They learned to fight with soldier's grace,
And stand united, one and all.
But Martin's war was far from done,
The frontier called with danger's voice,
To western lands where rivers run,
He marched to make the patriot's choice.
Along the Ohio's mighty flow,
The Allegheny's rushing tide,
Where Monongahela's waters go,
He stood with rifle by his side.
Building forts in wilderness,
Defending settlers' hearth and home,
Against the raids and war's distress,
Through forests dark he learned to roam.
The Frontier War raged on and on,
Not grand like Brandywine's great field,
But hill by hill, from dusk to dawn,
He fought and would not ever yield.
From Philadelphia's smoking plain,
To western Pennsylvania's wood,
Through winter's loss and summer's gain,
Martin Carringer proudly stood.
A common soldier, yet so true,
Who served through all the war's long night,
His story tells what patriots do—
They stand for freedom, stand and fight.
So raise a glass to Martin's name,
And all who served in freedom's cause,
Their sacrifice, their blood, their pain,
Gave birth to liberty's first laws.
2) A poem created by X.ai Grok 3:
Ode To Martin Carringer's Valor
In Westmoreland’s fields, where courage took flight,
Martin Carringer marched in the dawn’s early light.
Enlisted in ’76, with heart bold and true,
In the Eighth Pennsylvania, his duty he’d pursue.Through mountains and snow, to New Jersey’s cold shore,
He joined Washington’s ranks in the winter of war.
At Brandywine’s clash, and Germantown’s fray,
With Wayne’s steady hand, he held the line that day.At Valley Forge’s frost, where spirits were tried,
He stood with his brothers, his honor his guide.
To Pittsburgh he marched, through Indian lands so wide,
Building forts with resolve, on rivers’ proud sides.With musket in hand, through ’78’s chill,
He trained with his regiment, with steadfast will.
In ’81 and ’83, on rivers he’d roam,
Transporting provisions, a soldier’s true home.Oh, Martin, brave soul, your tale we sing high,
A patriot’s spirit beneath that gray sky.
Through hardship and battle, your name shall endure,
A hero of freedom, forever secure.
Martin was about 18 years old when he first enlisted in Westmoreland County, Pennsylvania. He survived the battles of Brandywine and Germantown, then suffered in the Valley Forge winter, and finally served more years in western Pennsylvania. His reward was a bridge in Westmoreland County, donation land in Mercer County, eight children and a long life.
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