 And the brave Maryland regiments, these guys charged to their death, you know, and six times they're, you know, just shot up. And Washington said, good God, what brave fellows I've lost this day. And then Washington is now trapped against the water with 8,000 of his soldiers with nowhere to flee, with British in the water on one side and charging them from the other. But the sun goes down. And all night long, Washington ferries his troops across the East River to Manhattan Island.