Waterloo

"Stand your ground men!", said the sergeant major bold.
"I said stand your fucking ground men! I will shoot the first man I see fold!".

"Second rank, make ready!", the sergeant major cried.
"Front rank, kneel!",
"Second rank, Fire!".

Volley after volley, fired from either side. Seemingly endless replacements, to fill where the last man had died.

"FIX BAYONETS!".
There was a madness in his voice. The French drew ever closer, the sergeant major had no choice.

"We Will Fight Them To The Last Man!",
the red charged into the blue.
Napoleon surrendered, at the Battle of Waterloo.