Battle Of Bunker Hill
Published on Nov 19, 2015
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BATTLE OF BUNKER HILL
"Don't fire until you see the whites of their eyes!"
Prescott's command rang throughout the battlefield,
and rang throughout military history, it repeated thousands of times in our minds.
The oncoming wave of British light up the war ground like blood in the snow.
One by one, we start to fire. One by one, the British drop dead. We strike down wave after wave of British. Yet only time will tell the outcome,
As the battlefield clasps its hands over our men.
Photo by Vail Marston
We heed the warning of Prescott, preserving our ammunition,
As another wave of British come into sight.
I fire! "BANG!" A hit! I duck for cover as a bullet whirs past me. Reloading as quick as I can "powder, bullet, rod, SHOOT!" A miss.
I shake my head in despair, and repeat the process.
Caught up in the adrenaline of the battle, I do not realize,
Secretly, my ammunition runs away, like a cat from a dog.
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The British advance, we resist,
As more blood litters the ground. Time is running out, energy low.
We must take action. Someone raises a flag,
Up high in the air, for miles to see. Now,
Our spirits renewed the British push on.
Waiting, waiting us out, for they know our disadvantage.
"Tick, tick, BANG, BANG!" Our muskets fire until,
"Click!" What's that, the bullets are gone?!?!?! What to do now,
Nobody knows, as the British move straight up to our nose.
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Bayonets on, stab at will
The sea of red moves closer, and closer.
Until finally, "We give up!" With the white flag raised,
We drop our weapons. The flag we once looked at with spirit,
Is replaced with one we look at with disgust. For once it is down,
The British dispose of it with hate,
While a fiery flame erupts in my chest. I think to myself "Good game, well played,
I'll get you next time we compete."
Photo by davi sommerfeld
