The weary party of infantry men trudged through the Texas desert, many in need of a cool drink or bit of bread.
The Commander of these men stood in full uniform, hoping to encourage the men as they slowly filed by. The stench of sweat and blood was everywhere, flies buzzed around everyone but the men were to tired to swat them away. Several of the men were sick and being carried on makeshift stretchers of sticks and straw. Their only glimmer of hope was to make it to Fort Cotton, some week's walk away, an eternity in the bleak desert. Even the men who were fortunate enough to have horses were exhausted, and their mounts equally so.
Then a shout, "Gunfire, from the north by the looks of it"
"Dismount and get the cannons ready, I want those Brits to know who there messin' with!!!" Roared the Commander. Even the weariest of the men quickly leaped into action, Pulling out Muskets and Rifles and fumbling with the priming mechanism's, soon they were firing back, even as their comrades were falling beside them. The deep boom of artillery fire echoed through the quiet desert. Shouts and screams filled the air. Soon the men were blinded by gunsmoke and dust, groping with their weapons and some simply drawing swords and charging the enemy battle lines.
Soon both forces were exhausted from battle and praying simply to live through this seemingly neverending nightmare. Then the booming stopped, and they saw with wonder a white flag coming from across the vast desert. Several of them looked to see a scene of destruction and death before them and they soon realized that the battle was over, and they had won!!! The man carrying the white flag was soon among them, asking in broken English where the commander was, everyone looked around in wonder, fearing the worst, they soon saw him, with a sword through his chest, blood seeping over his uniform. His breathing was shallow, and his heartbeat was faint, but he uttered these words, "I'm, I'm sorry" and his voice tralied into nothingness. But something was wrong, the sword through his chest was not a sword used by their adversaries, and slowly the truth dawned on his men.
By Philbo
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