Butterworth Word is we are to march. Preparations have been hectic.

Butterworth Marching.

Butterworth Still marching.

Butterworth Met up with some dragoons, who also have marching orders, though nobody seems to know just where we're marching to.

Butterworth We've been ordered to pull our heavy guns and ammunition across a bog. Completely daft if you ask me. 'Twill take hours.

Butterworth Seems half the army has gathered here, milling about waiting for orders. Even the townsfolk are watching, like we're traveling performers.

Butterworth Some troops pass through without even slowing down. They must look at us and wonder what we're about, taking our leisure as we are.

Butterworth Mercer seems unsure what to do next. Were I to wager, I'd say we'll be marching again soon. We are expert marchers.

Butterworth We're marching again.

Butterworth Marching. There is little else to report except that we are also very hungry and haven't a drop to drink.

Butterworth I'd give my eyeteeth for a bite to eat. I'd give every tooth in my head for bit to drink.

Butterworth Tweren't enough to just march. Now we march up a summit, passed on all sides by those swifter than us.

Butterworth The men are debating the sounds we hear ahead of us. For me, I know certain what they are, having heard them before. Those are cannons.

Butterworth Towering smoke and clearer sounds have proven me right. We are approaching a battle, fierce by the noise of it.

Butterworth Again we are watched by crowds of curious civilians. Civilians they must be, no seasoned soldier would wish to watch more death and warfare.

Butterworth The sounds grow louder as we draw closer. Experience with battle doesn't completely keep the fear at bay.

Butterworth So many wounded pass us, looking for aid.

Butterworth One of the worst parts of battle is knowing how many die only because no one has time to bind their wounds.

Butterworth The ground is littered with the dead--a sight I doubt I will ever grow accustomed to seeing.

Butterworth We are to make camp in the wheat field. At least we are done marching for the day.

Butterworth I cannot decide if I am more hungry or more tired. As there is no food, the argument is pointless.

Butterworth I can hear musket fire. Fighting has begun again already.

Butterworth I can hear musket fire. Fighting has begun again already.

Butterworth Order has come to retreat. We march again, but back over ground we marched yesterday.

Butterworth Order has come to retreat. We march again, but back over ground we marched yesterday.

Butterworth To spend all day marching, only to turn around and go backward is unspeakably frustrating.

Butterworth To spend all day marching, only to turn around and go backward is unspeakably frustrating.

Butterworth We have halted near a farm. I know not our purpose here.

Butterworth We have halted near a farm. I know not our purpose here.

Butterworth The scene before us is horrible. I think, instead, of happier thoughts: the only one that comes to mind is we, for once, are not marching.

Butterworth The scene before us is horrible. I think, instead, of happier thoughts: the only one that comes to mind is we, for once, are not marching.

Butterworth The entire French Army appears to be rushing toward us. I have heard no orders.

Butterworth Shots have been fired!

Butterworth It is raining as though water is being poured out of heaven in tubs.

Butterworth We were very nearly mowed down on the street. Too close. Too close.

Butterworth We have been ordered to the rear. It seems the moment we assume a position, we are sent away again.

Butterworth Once again we are pushing heavy guns through mud. The ground is so thick with it we constantly find ourselves stuck.

Butterworth Exchanging fire with the French.

Butterworth Even as we load our guns, we realize our ammunition supply is dwindling.

Butterworth Marching again. Our unit's history will recount all of this battle in two words: We marched.