Chapter 1 Part 2 of 3
This will be a sad day. Brothers killing brothers. Fathers killing sons and sons killing fathers. We will all be shocked after the battle for the loss of relatives. We were all close. Most of us grew up together near Edinburgh. We wait march to the walls of their capital to stop their treachery.
Soon the bugle is sounded and we march. We are all nervous. No one has killed loved ones before. As we march closer sweat thickens. Our bodies shake like a dog shaking off water. I think of the good times me and my father had. This will be hard.
We make it to the wall with our brethren shooting at us from the walls. My friends are dieing. They are no brethren of mine those betrayers they are enemies of the crown and will kill anyone even a close brother. I take a grappling hook from one of the soldier and twirl it around to get it on the wall.
I hook it up to the wall and start climing it. I want to kill those bastards. They should know better than to do this. They will all die by my hands. I was the first up their. I took my musket with the bayonet on it and start swingin and stabbing. I'm killing relatives. I see a cousin of mine gapping for breath after stabbin g him in the stomach. I show no mercy to all. These traitors shall all die. They try to shoot me but they can not aim. They no not how to shoot right. I show how by shooting some rebel. I hear shouts behind me and shout way ahead of me. The shouts of the brave 71st higlanders. I am happy that they are as mad as me and want to kill them all.
I hear people screaming for help and retreating. I understand that they are retreating. They can retreat I won't. The fighting is tense. I won't give up. I WILL NOT GIVE UP!!!
I see darkness, black like.........