"The Blood Filled Streets"

Date:December 22, 1814

Location: Paris, France

I walk with my men.. in line with charged bayonets passing through the bloodied bodies.. most of Paris had been cleared out, so we thought. We kept moving before we heard rumbling.. we could hear a thousand footsteps each milisecond... moving and screaming.. I held my mouth for a minute in shock as I yelled out every molecule of air I could provide to say.

"RETREAT!"

I ran back in a hurry, so did the rest as we ran and ran till we made back to the barricades with the Nationl gaurd before we were bestowed with a new weapon, it was a 8lb cannon that the National Gaurd still had.. I remember we had 132 men available lpaded with buckshot and the cannon ready with canister shot.

I looked at the flag, still waving from the rooftop as I said in a way to regather the mens courage while I still could with just the little amount of time I was given.

"PEOPLE OF FRANCE, WE WILL NOT FAULTER UNDER THE CANNIBLES, WE SHALL SHOW THEM WE THE DEFENDER SHALL DEFEND AND HOLD TILL OUR DAYS! GENTLEMEN, I SAY WE HOLD AND FIGHT TILL THE END.

VIVE LA FRANCE!"

The men screamed along the chant as they took aim getting ready with the buck and ball loaded ready to scatter the whole streets with pellets if needed to be remove the devil and his children dancing amongst the streets.

I saw the chaplain.. he rose up upon the barricades as he poured holy water and did the sign of the cross praying until now and ever our defense of Paris. The sun faultered with its light ever so disappearing with only the lanterns to make up the darkness before.. the canniblistic abominations approached with blood flowing down their mouths, some didn't even have a face or had a missing body part..

I looked in just petrified seeing the horde move through the streets as they began moving... I swiftly lowered the saber I held hogh allowing the gunfire to begin with firstly the 8lb cannon firing through with its canister flooding the streets with heavy metal flying across everywhere throwing bodies left and right leaving only destruction to be left behind before 127 guns fired all at once. Buck pellets and metal balls flied across, tearing through the crowd with blood flying up high like a champagne bottle fluttering the air with gunpowder to replace the smell of blood leaving men having black faces.

The gunfire continued like a pianist playing a piece with no end to the music of gunfire with me witnessing everymoment of it with everyshot striking through and exiting out with bones fluttering like butterflys flying out from the roses. Then another rumble of the 8lb with it expressing its words by canister shot, it scattered limbs tearing ligements. Seperating chest to torso. I saw the guts fly in the slaughter. Blood rained, replacing natures beautiful rain with it being hot.. blood sprayed upon us, gentlemen.

Smoke filled the air, leaving only for us to see the cannibles by their shadow from the lanterns hoisted from the buildings. We continued the firing with then.. a lantern flying through the sky.. it flew.. and twirled before crashing onto the ground, hitting 2 of my men, burning them alive.. they screamed and wailed for their parents.

I cried and teared from this as I looked back, screaming

"DOUBLE TIME YOUR FIRE, KILL THEM ALL, LOOK WHAT THEY'VE DONE TO YOUR FELLOW MAN!"

The men began to increase their fire even though they felt pure exhaustion with each muscle movement they did it implied a shot and its pellets flying through the air, leaving the individual to be dead.

One of the grenadiers that I saw grabbed on to his grenade, lighting it with a torch before tossing it. It flew and twirled before landing in the streets where an explosion filled the gunfire sounds, leaving the horde to be scattered.

Then the drums played from the back of the barricades as I looked back with more milita men coming. Hope was truly there, I believed, I wit essed it as the french flag waved from the front as many men came up to the barricades firing along before the streets layed dead quiet.

I looked at the streets with piles of corpses drooling with what blood they had inside of them. We rested on that night.. Paris was liberated.