"The Bloody Bayonet."

Date: December 22, 1814

Location: Paris, France

I woke up grabbing my musket. I looked up from the barricade, looking around as it was pure as day with the men resting behind the barricade. I turned to one of the men saying.

"Go to the arsenal, get some other men and make some buck and ball shot, a lot of it.."

The man nodded, grabbing a few others before they gathered items that they then melted down to make buck pellets. Hours later, finally, after making the pellets, they got cartridges, making buck n ball catridges before placing them in boxes and carrying them.

After they made about 4 crates worth of it, they gave out the buck and ball catridges to men where the men were given the order to load buck and ball.

(For others who dont know, it is basically like a shotgun catridge but for muskets)

I looked at my men loaded with buck and ball as I said to them.

"Lieutant, get 60 of the men and gaurd here, the rest of you, On Me!"

The mix of men would march going up and over the barricades as they charged their bayonets walking in a line before taking a left turn before continuing their march.

I saw National Gaurdmen fighting for their lives as they had set up a small barricade fort being overrun from the cannibals.

I waved to a drummer boy we had signaling him the order to begin playing the drums and to signal the men to get in double rank. The men got into 2 ranks before I shouted.

"FRONT RANK KNEEL, BOTH RANKS MAKE READY!"

The cannibals turned with pure blood thirst and no mercy. They moved in a group walking as the National Gaurd held their position, firing some shots into their bodies before they ducked as I screamed.

"PRESENT!"

The guns rose as they aimed.. before finally screaming the word...

"FIRE!!"

The volley rippled in the air with I feeling as everything slowed down and muffled as I saw pure guts and bodily tissue flying with bones dancing in the air tearing into other cannibles with being torn up by a whole wall of lead dropping their bodies.

I looked at my men before screaming.

"FIRE AT WILL!"

I saw how quickly the men rammed the cartridges in the barrels to reload and fire into the horde, melting down the horde. I felt though in ways of a mans adventure in glory. When I witnessed this, I felt in many ways just terrified on how these poor individuals changed.. why they did this... and what had become of this world and if truly god would forgive of what I've done. I felt that god should apologize for me for what I had to bear witness to of poor individuals being killed in this manner.

I went back to reality as I screamed to my men charging forward to charge, We had no thought as our humanily instincts left us to choose violence as a choice to save those poor men. We bashed into the hordes, tearing bodies like wet clay. It felt in many ways horrific and just... unorthodox in many ethical manners. What had become of us is something I truly can not comprehend or express to you. I could only possibly say that we became the monsters that other individuals had become.