December 1777, Valley Forge. A radio a n nou announcer paints a word picture of the contrast of the sunny warm scene in the Summer, to what it looks like on this cold, snowy day. Rations are less than plentiful, but the meager fare is the same as any other day in the Coloniel Army.
A couple soldiers break camp to encounter a farmer. Will they be mistaken for thieves? The farmer won’t accept their Currency script, and seems on his way to sell food to the enemy. Medical care in the field is just as sparce.
The troops muster for their general in cheif as the freezing weather. Morale reaches a low point for soldiers who need to man their posts, and officers begin facing rebellious attitudes. Will sickness and malnurishment take their toll, and be a worse enemy than the redcoats?
General Washington needs to face mutinous troops, who have worked with no pay, used their own weapons, and braved the weather and conditions. Is that any excuse to break military protocol and serving on post Discipline needs to be upheld, and a court martial is conducted. Doubts creep in for the commander as he makes the difficult decisions in the field.
Somehow a miracle was born out of the dire, frozen circumstances in Valley Forge, as the announcer describes the resilient army of freedom that emerged.