Drunk

Helyar’s Company of the 7th Regiment of Foot waits. Smoke and shouts drift up the hill towards them. The crash of hundreds of muskets and a ball buzzing off a tree make them forget momentarily how hungry they are. If only the liquor had not run out. General Cornwallis is concerned, desertions are up, and […]

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He reeks of tobacco more that usual. Watchman Langford sits on his cold bed, undressing. He smoked his week’s allowance in a single night. The glob of what looks like egg on his shoe must be Samuel Gray’s brains. At least he has stopped shaking: a mixture of exhaustion, fear, and rage. As he enters his […]

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