Molly Letter

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Dear Mrs.

Adams,

I’m writing this letter to you from a position of immense grief. My husband and
lifelong partner, Will, passed away three weeks ago from his wounds. At this point in time, I
feel truly alone, He fought in the war, yet lost the battle against his injuries. We were so
close, so intertwined, that I followed him as he got drafted. You might know me as Molly
Pitcher, though my real name is Mary Ludwig Hays. I fought in the battle of Monmouth,
where my dear Will collapsed as the heat seeped into his very body. In that moment, I was
terrified, as all my life I was taught to follow my husband, to support him, but how could I
support him in the middle of a battle, where shots fly and men die? Immediately, I knew I had
to take his position, as he was on one of the artillery pieces. This moment In time was when I
truly became my own person, when I became Molly Pitcher, not Mary, the wife of William.
Losing him just now helped me arrive to the conclusion that I need to be my own person.

I’m addressing you about this because I hold you as a female inspiration for myself. I
read about you in the paper, how you’ve been the first woman to stand up for female rights in
the colonies, and I am truly inspired by you. I simply cannot put into words the feeling of
elation I felt being my own person and working the cannon. My husband, Will, served in the
Continental Army in the 4th Pennsylvania Artillery. On June 28, 1778, the heat was
unbearable. I reckon an equivalent amount of men were dying from heat exhaustion as they
were from bullets. It was a mess, I knew I had to help the wounded and the dehydrated, it was
my obligation as a woman to aide these ailing men. I could hear gunshots all around, the
sound of bodies thudding and falling to the ground, the smell of a hot summer day. Despite
that all, I kept my calm and ran back and forth fetching water from a nearby spring to help the
thirsty and aide the sick. I sat down for a moment, it felt as if my lungs had given up. I
needed some air, and that’s when I saw him. My dear William, wounded on the floor. This is
the first time in my life that under grief, I did not give up and follow the procedure that
women were supposed to follow. I trusted my instinct and acted on what I believed was right.
I took my husband’s position in cooling and firing the cannon that he was assigned to. I felt
so empowered, so strong. In that moment, I wasn’t William Hay’s wife. I wasn’t a woman in
the war camps who just came along with her husband. I was an American, I was Mary
Ludwig, and I was proud of it.

This feeling of empowerment made me realise exactly what you were talking about.
Our equality, our rights to be treated equal, our power and our suffrage should be granted to
us. We, as women, are just as capable of making the same decisions that men do, of
undertaking the same professions that men take, and of indulging in the same privileges that
men indulge in. I ask that you continue your cause and constantly persist, even within the
face of resistance. If I, a simple woman born near New Jersey, can be capable of such heroics
in war, then any and every woman can and should be given that opportunity. Thank you for
all the work that you have done up till now and I hope that you take this letter to heart and
that we can benefit from a regular correspondence.

Kind Regards,
Mary Ludwig Hays

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