During the . . . [truce] the soldiers of the two armies often . . . discoursed with each other from the opposite banks of the river . . . a soldier in the 9th Regiment, named [Patrick] Maguire, came down to . . . the river, with a number of his companions, who engaged in conversation with a party of Americans on the opposite shore . . . Maguire . . . suddenly darted like lightning . . . and resolutely plunged into the stream.
At the very same moment, one of the American soldiers . . . dashed into the water . . . The wondering soldiers on both sides, beheld them eagerly swim towards the middle of the river, where they met; they hung on each others' necks and wept; and the loud cries of "My brother! My dear brother" [were heard] . . . one was in the British [army] and the other in the American service, totally ignorant until that hour that they were engaged in hostile combat against each other's life.
Roger Lamb, corporal, 9th Regiment of Foot
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