Please don't give me death

Richmond, Virginia on March 23rd, 1775. I heard Patrick Henry speaking somewhere outside or downstairs, I couldn't tell which in my poor condition. "Who are you?" Oleck asked.

"Vanderdecken12," I considered what I said, "but please call me Gregory." I immediately wondered what would have happened if I hadn't said that.

"OK, Gregory. Where are you from?"

"The 21st Century; 2009."

"Please be serious."
"I am being serious."

"Then you must be a mad man. My job is to take care of you, but I need to know where you are from."

"I'm not insane. You'll believe me in the future. But I have a question to ask you; which side of the Revolution are you on?" This was a baited question.

"Why, the side of freedom, of course! It is our duty to overthrow the unjust goverment and instill a more perfect union, devoted to providing life and liberty to all people."

"So you'd do just about anything to help win the war?"

"I must. My father, Oleck Smart Senior, has been thrown in jail for his words. It is my duty to free my father by winning the war."
"Your father is very outspoken?" I prodded.

"Have you heard of Patrick Henry? Thomas Jefferson? Samuel Adams? Thomas Paine? They are all very eloquent speakers. My father surpasses them all. That is why he is in jail; for calling out for justice and freedom louder and more eloquently than any other colonist. I will do anything to win this war." he stared determinedly at me, and I became scared that I had accidentally become the enemy.

"I'm on your side," I assured him, "I'll help you, believe me I will."

"Ah, a mad man is willing to help me."

"I'm not mad." and then I recognized part of Patrick Henry's speech;

"Is life so dear..."
"Hear that?" I asked, and then I spoke his words before he spoke them, "or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death." he stared at me curiously.

"How could I have known that unless I had memorized it in the future?"

"You could have stolen a copy of his speech before hand." he pointed out.

"But I didn't." he wasn't buying it, "you'll believe me. Someday, you'll believe me."