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We came down off the wall as if he had toppled all of us, and we crouched behind it.

I have heard people talk with contempt about the British regulars, but that only proves that a lot of people talk about things of which they are deplorably ignorant.

Whatever we felt about the redcoats, we respected them in terms of their trade, which was killing ; ;

and I know that I, myself, was nauseated with apprehension and fear and that my hands were soaking wet where they held my gun.

I wanted to wipe my flint, but I didn't dare to, the state my hands were in, just as I didn't dare to do anything about the priming.

The gun would fire or not, just as chance willed.

I put a lot more trust in my two legs than in the gun, because the most important thing I had learned about war was that you could run away and survive to talk about it.