At the ripe old age of 80, Samuel Whittemore, by himself, with no backup, positioned himself behind a stone wall, waited in ambush, and then single-handedly engaged the entire British 47th Regiment of Foot with nothing more than his musket and the pure liquid anger coursing through his veins.

His ambush had been successful – by this time this guy popped up like a decrepitly old rifle-toting jack-in-the-box, the British troops were pretty much on top of him.  He fired off his musket at point-blank range, busting the nearest guy so hard it nearly blew his red coat into the next dimension.

Now, when you’re using a firearm that takes 20 seconds to reload, it’s kind of hard to kill em’ all, Whittemore was shot through the face by a 69-caliber bullet, knocked down, and bayoneted 13 times.

The dude actually survived the entire war, finally dying in 1793 at the age of 98 from extreme old age and awesomeness.

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