Last time, we stood at Moore’s Creek Bridge and listened to Old Mother Covington speak. In three violent minutes, a Loyalist rising collapsed and Governor Josiah Martin’s promise of ten thousand men dissolved into smoke and swamp water.

But that battle was only half the story.

Three thousand miles away, in Cork, Ireland, the British Empire was assembling the force that was supposed to make Moore’s Creek irrelevant. Seven regiments. Artillery. Royal confidence. This was the hammer meant to fall in coordination with that uprising and split the colonies in half. On paper, it looked elegant. Cheap victory. Minimal commitment. Maximum effect.

Instead, Cork became a lesson in delay, delusion, and the dangers of believing your own optimism.

Recruiting faltered. Ships were scarce. Deadlines slipped from December to January to February. When the fleet finally sailed, it ran straight into the wrath of the Atlantic. Storms scattered the convoy. Transports sank. Soldiers drowned before they ever saw America.

This episode is the other side of Moore’s Creek. The British side. The paper army. The missed signals. The pride that refused to turn back.

Old Mother Covington did not win the war that morning.

But Cork made sure Britain never had the chance.

We tend to remember the American Revolution as a clean fight. Patriots in homespun. Redcoats in formation. Muskets cracking across open fields.

But that is not how it felt in North Carolina in 1776.

Before there was Saratoga. Before there was Yorktown. Before Jefferson put ink to parchment and accused the king of stirring up “domestic insurrections among us,” there was a swamp. A narrow bridge. And neighbors marching against neighbors.

Royal Governor Josiah Martin believed he could crush the rebellion from the inside. Ten thousand loyalists would rise. Seven thousand British troops would land. The Carolinas would fall. The Revolution would choke before it ever reached full flame.

Instead, in the cold darkness before dawn on February 27, 1776, Highland Scots charged across a greased bridge shouting “King George and broadswords!” What followed lasted three minutes.

Three minutes that shattered a royal strategy. Three minutes that hardened a colony. Three minutes that pushed North Carolina to become the first to authorize independence.

This is the story of Moore’s Creek Bridge.

This is the story behind the grievance.

And this is why Old Mother Covington still echoes in the dark.

Before there was a telegraph wire humming across the plains, before railroads stitched steel across the continent, before the internet convinced us that information travels at the speed of light, there was a rider on a muddy road with a leather satchel and a republic in his saddlebag.

In this episode, we are talking about the Postal Act of 1792.

It sounds bureaucratic. It sounds dry. It sounds like something best left to archivists and footnotes. But here is the truth. This law built the nervous system of the United States. It answered a question that haunted the Founders after the Revolution: how do you keep a large republic from drifting apart?

Washington signed it. Madison believed in it. Franklin helped lay the groundwork for it. And Congress embedded within it a bold idea that still shapes us today. Information should circulate freely. News should be affordable. Private correspondence should be protected. The government should connect its people, not spy on them.

This was not about delivering parcels. It was about delivering democracy.

So settle in. We are going to follow the post roads from Maine to Georgia, out to the frontier, and into the beating heart of a young nation trying to hold itself together.

We love to talk about the giants of the American Revolution. Washington in command. Jefferson at his desk. Adams on his feet. But revolutions are not won by speeches alone. They are won by men who move iron in the dark.

This week on Dave Does History, we step back into the winter of 1775 and meet a 25 year old Boston bookseller who understood something most armies still struggle to grasp. Strategy means nothing without logistics. Henry Knox had no formal military education. He left school at nine. He taught himself Greek, Latin, and the science of artillery by candlelight in his bookstore. When George Washington needed cannons to break the British grip on Boston, Knox offered a solution that sounded almost insane.

Drag sixty tons of artillery three hundred miles through snow, mountains, and frozen rivers.

What followed was one of the most daring logistical feats in American history, a “noble train of artillery” that changed the course of the war without firing a single decisive shot. In this episode, we explore how Knox’s grit, engineering mind, and relentless execution helped force the British out of Boston and prove that the Revolution was more than rhetoric.

A random encounter while reading a book has Dave contemplating the reason why books remain so important...

Here is the thing. Independence did not begin with a vote. It did not begin with Jefferson’s pen scratching across parchment. It began earlier, colder, louder, and far less polite.

In the winter of 1776, Americans were not celebrating. They were arguing. In taverns where the ale was thin. In churches where the sermons bled into politics. In parlors where fear sat quietly beside the fire. Blood had already been spilled. Boston was occupied. Trade was strangled. And yet most Americans still clung to the King, not out of loyalty, but out of habit. Monarchy was flawed, but it was familiar.

Then Common Sense arrived. Not as a book to be studied in silence, but as noise. Read aloud. Debated. Challenged. Answered. It did not give Americans facts they did not know. It gave them permission to ask questions they had avoided. Dangerous questions. Impolite ones. Questions that refused to stay inside the relationship.

What follows is not the story of sudden revolution. It is the story of exhaustion. Of anxiety hardening into accusation. Of fear slowly learning the language of law. The Declaration of Independence did not create independence. It recorded it.

This is the story of how winter arguments became summer law.

This week on Dave Does History, the American Revolution is stripped of its romance and examined where wars are actually won or lost: logistics.

Picking up in the brutal winter of 1775–1776, Dave Bowman walks listeners into British-occupied Boston, a city encircled, frozen, and starving. What emerges is not a tale of grand ideology or battlefield heroics, but of an empire choking on distance, delay, and bureaucratic blindness. British troops, unable to be properly supplied or housed, turn to distraction, staging plays in the heart of a Puritan city while hunger and resentment close in around them.

That misplaced confidence collapses spectacularly on January 8, 1776, when American forces exploit the moment to strike, not for victory, but for humiliation and message. From there, the story widens. Boston becomes a case study in imperial failure, revealing how the Atlantic Ocean, slow communication, and fractured governance undermine Britain’s ability to rule from afar.

Through the lens of Jefferson’s grievances and Eisenhower’s warning that professionals study logistics, this episode reframes the Revolution as an autopsy of a system that could not outrun distance. It is not a story of sudden defeat, but of slow erosion, where an empire discovers too late that power cannot survive on assumptions alone.

Thomas Paine did not arrive in history as a marble statue ora finished idea. He arrived tired, broke, and angry, with ink on his fingersand a habit of saying the quiet part out loud. When Americans remember theRevolution, they tend to remember generals on horseback and signatures onparchment. They forget the man hunched over scrap paper by candlelight, turningfrustration into sentences that ordinary people could understand.

Paine did not command armies. He did something far moredangerous. He told people that authority had to justify itself, that traditionwas not an argument, and that liberty was not a favor granted by kings. Hewrote for farmers, laborers, and soldiers who were cold, unpaid, and uncertainwhether any of this was worth the cost. His words did not promise comfort. Theydemanded courage.

This episode follows Paine from obscurity to influence andthen into exile, tracing how the same clarity that helped ignite independencelater made him unwelcome in polite company. He was celebrated when he wasuseful and discarded when he refused to stop asking questions. By the end ofhis life, the nation he helped create no longer knew what to do with him.

This is not a story about a flawless founder. It is the storyof a necessary one. A man who believed that common sense was revolutionary, andwho paid the price for proving it.