It's hard to imagine what it was that like to charge across a battlefield armed only with a musket, saber or knife, facing cannon fire. The sound of the projectiles alone would elicit enough fear to stop the charge. Glad that I only heard them at celebrations and the time one scared the hell out of me announcing the evening at Fort Santiago, Manila, the Philippines.
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that *George* can play!
Lady Vivian
He could not even sit with his back to a door
He always had to be facing it with his back to
the wall
Love and Light
Lily
budd
Ron
Powerful poetry my friend...
Peace, love and light,
Amber