blood iron and horses?

Get down a voice that sounded like i was coming form in side a tunnel followed by  by muffled claps?

Wait clap? 'Warren ground now' what? *clap *clap *clap were am i again *Clap *Clap i was i was ahh ehh

*clap *clap *POP  GETTING shot at

as my senses returned so did the siring pain as i fell out of my stupor and on the hard ground i now remember what happened were got ambushed by a couple of stranglers we fought a while  back

'Warren get over here' i look up still dazed 'Warren get over here now you gob shite" i recognize that voice its me old pal Simon

'Simon were are you?'i ask looking around frantically  'overhear' Simon was backed up august a chunk of wood get 'over here

as i get up i feel a sodden pain in my lag in closer inspection i indeed have Been shot 'im hit' i yell

'Yes and your going to be again now GET YOUR ASS HERE NOW'

as i hobble towards Simon rifle in hand  i realis the situation and as i make  and sit next to Simon on behind the short pile of rubble

i ask 'how did they know we  where coming here?'

'they don't know but there here now'

a bullet striking the top of are make shift cover making me flinch

'how many are there?' i ask a little worried what the answer mite be

'10 15  i don't know  but not a lot but that doesn't mean you can go out there all willy Nelly

'why would i do that?' asking a bit  annoyed

' well i dont know you tell me you were out there just a sec ago actin like they mine drop there weapons and give you a hug

he says wall getting up and firing his shot making a loud clapping sound

'well what do we do?' i ask 'what we all ways do when we have more fire power' he answers back

'charge' i asking quite warily  'CHARGE' he bellows running out of cover and in  to the fry 'god dammit Simon' i say following shortly behind there were about 12 of them in cover down the road and 26 of us running right at them

now just taking in my surroundings we were fighting on a road in a down town square i looks like it had no less then a hand full of battles here

as we neared the enemy we give em every ting we got to  musket shots to rifle rounds to the odd blunder bust we wernt even supposed  to  have those  be cause they  have a fifty fifty chance of  exploding and blowing your arm off but some still were willing to take the chance for the extra fire power

and affter we used up all are shots we keepd going there were still 9 of them and now only 17 of us

so if your not keen on using your rifles bayonet  you drop your  gun to get what ever you got in you pac whether it be a mace an axe  or  if you found one or high ranking a sword witch Simon was brandishing a cutlass the size of my arm

and letting out a battle cry

'RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' like a wall of sound we hit there little barricade  at the end of the road we jump over it and go face first it to the group i and stoop as i looked in front of me i see a big mosh pit of 20 soldiers both friend and foe and just a couple meters away i think to my self

'i really don't want to be in that'   well a certain Spaniard had different plains he charged me with a shovel  and i hesitated to raise my rifle i was one of the few . .well probably the only one who saved a shot but it was to late i only had enough time to raise my rifle to block his swing and now we were in a stalemate to see who  would give in i had my gun against  his spade

but he back a way and that was all i needed as a ready my aim he gives a another swing  i don't care if it hits me  getting shot is worse then getting hit with a shovel  but before i pulled the tiger he hit me and i hurt more then it should

it hurt be cause he got my bad leg 'son of a bitch' i yell at my adversary well whats left of him i didn't know it at the time but

i got a clean hit to his chest he fell and i was baffled and in pain cause now the wound i has was a lot bigger do to the shovel blade  after a while of running around getting all the ones that tryd to get reinforcement witch was a long shot be cause you would have to go a long way we didn't see any outposts in the area so we would make base  here

after  the hole duel in town square was a done we began to settle in as of my leg i had to go see are quote on quote

"doctor" he was well lets just say he was not the best but he got it done but not a lot of people like to go to him

mostly be cuse a vist with him will usealy involved  getting your limbs lobed off but that's not the only  reason why people were iffey about going to him because well he is a her to be more specific

as i enter the newly built tent i see her i say 'hello dear Janet how are you doing this fine evening?'  a little bit of sarcasm im my voice

she returns the politeness 'motherfucker  what make you think i got the time in the day to be put some bandages on you every single time you get a Bo-bo eh EH'        i have know Janet for the longest time now and she hasn't changed a bit

'well that wold be would nice me dearist'i say 'ya ya get on the table and try not to move OK?'

after what appears to be ages of carpenters pliers fishing out a bullet and sewing needles not the medical kind

'ok we done' she says 'aooooohhhhaa' i grown i want the most pleat experience Ive had but hey a lest im not going to bleed out i hope but in the mean while Simon came bursting threw  the tent flap

'warren' he says 'don't worry Simon im fine ish' i say a little tied out

'what no i don't care what ever happened to you BUT you need to see this' he say with excitement clear in hes voice

'and why do i?'    'be cause you the only one that did the science classes in the university '

'i didn't finish it and do you need me for that?'

'just get up and follow me '

'but i- goddammit come on' he interrupts

'FINE just let me get my stuff'

after getting my uniform and guns o headed off with Simon to a hobbies shop?

'ok why are we here?' i say loosening paints

'just get in and go down to the basement' as he ran ahead

all i could  do is limp behind in to the  basement with 3 other soldiers

'well what do you think?'

'think about what' i say now really mad

'that' he points to a chair that has a big disk thing on the back with a panel on the front with nobs and levers

                                                                                                   (time machine, rod taylor, 1960)

'the hell is that'

'you tell me warren'

'what makes you thing i know'

'i dont know just give it a rowel'

'i dont even know what it IS how am i suppose to "give it a rowel"?'

'it all ready on just i don't no start pushing buttons'

at this point i was questioning the intelligence of Simon but i thought to my self what the hell

so i got on the. . .the char  and stared to question my own intelligence

after some lever pulling and button  pushing everything came to life

'see i knew you had it in you now make it fly'

'what?" this was supposed  to fly?

every thing got really loud realty fast

i sound like a train was going throw the room and  every thing was bight as the sun

and then darkness

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