Their job is not a big battle speech. They are marching to Concord to seize gunpowder, muskets, and food that colonists have stored. Along the way, riders like Paul Revere shout that the regulars are coming. At Lexington Green, militia farmers stand in the way. Someone fires. Later, at Concord’s North Bridge, more shots. Then, for miles on the road back, militia fire from stone walls and trees. Nobody planned a neat “start of the war” moment.