Cannon's

Cannons shooting in the air, Guns going off. Black powder rising in the air, You can hear it, you can see it, Death is every where.     Both sides colliding, going every which way. Fighting from the early dawn, to the very end of day.     I see all this and more, Upon my hourse in the back. I am their military leader, Head General Clint, Telling them where to attack.     Our side seems victorious in the wee hours of battle, but I see the tables are spinning. I quickly realize that we are loosing, out end will be their begenning.     I take one more action, I call a retreat. Trying to keep my men from death, Trying to let them keep their lives, to their very last and long breath.     Even if it does not work, even if we die trying, at least the wrold will know we tried. Tried to protect those we love, those we cherish, those that we would die for.