-...looks quiet.

-It looks quuiet, but it's no quiet. There's a little bank just beyond it. Along top of the bank with a big throng hedge, so they had to scrambled their way to the throng hedge, which was distracting their formation a little bit. And all of a sudden, what g* the other side is the chilling sides of lines of British infantrymen and behind them a massive cavalry.

I've seen the terrible damage a single muslin can inflate. Now, both sides were firing off thousands of runs of m* close c*, and the canons were still firing, too. Artillery officer, Alexander Mason describes the chaos of the battlefield. Here we suffocating the heart, presenting that ** from other. We were in* six mark. Despite the inc* groan of canon and musketry, what distinctly here around us, mysterious humming noice, by that which one here is on a summer's evening, preceding the me** beatles. Canon shots, too, b* the ground in all directions. And so sick was the hell of balls and bullets. This endangers to extend an arm. It should be torn off.

Next time, it's the swords of Wellington's horse...