The ever-smouldering flame of rebellion has flickered into life again. George III is not pleased. The vexed monarch shouts at Lord North, Lord North shouts at Lord George Germain, Whigs shout at Tories, someone shouts at the Army and in due course General Howe, slightly deafened, embarks for a spot of peacekeeping.
Howe can read a map as well as anyone in the British Army and notes that @js619 is massing his rebels in the southern states. Well, let them be. Howe decides to apply vigorous calming measures to the source of the revolt without waiting for the promised reinforcements. Everyone lands in Boston. This is not subtle, but as the Army's principal tactic is standing in a long line on the battlefield in bright red coats, the military doctrine of "Come and Have a Go if You Think You're Hard Enough", subtlety is not bred in the bone. It has worked well enough on miscellaneous natives, rebellious Scotsmen and truculent foreigners since the whole empire business got started, so why change now. The force, led by local loyalists and braced for a fight, moves into Rhode Island.
The upstart colonists are hard enough, it turns out.
The remnants of the Army retire to Boston to go to the pub. Embarrassingly, it turns out that the Loyalists - splendid chaps, hearts in the right place, of course, but not really born to the sword - have retaken Maine on their own initiative.
Irked, the Army salves a bit of pride by clearing New Hampshire. The victory is doubly welcome as two-thirds of the attacking forces had been left behind by accident.
General Howe retires to his tent with a slim volume of Homer, comforted by the knowledge that when anyone reads his report, it will be 6 weeks and 3,000 miles away and the shouting will be inaudible.
Well, that went less well in this timeline [hastily rewrites history]. The RI defenders rolling 3 hits straight off the bat was not a good start Fat-fingering the Maine army so that I attacked into NH with the intended garrison was aggravating. Eh, historically accurate command skills.