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...Outside the French guns continued to screech,
a blast rocked them all, and opened a breach,
morale was fading, beginning to sag,
the next day the French sent out a truce flag.

Ned watched from afar, he could not see
the dispatches held by the enemy
were from the same runners Munro had sent south,
with orders straight from General Webb’s mouth.

He’d not left Fort Edward, not sent more troops,
against the French force he feared he would lose,
and open the road south to Albany,
a prize he’d not give to the enemy.

As Munro came back to think on the terms,
once more the French guns began to thunder,
Ned just hunkered amongst the dying and dead,
their lives all hanging on what Munro said.

Munro was no fool, he knew they were beat,
and would not let his men die needlessly,
the terms were good, they could keep their muskets
unloaded, and march south out of this mess.

They’d agree to not fight for eighteen months,
a decent parole, if there ever was one,
when Ned heard the word he felt great relief,
to go home was the only thing he did seek.

But the next morning, deep inside the fort
some Indians sought the ‘spoils of war,’
not knowing or understanding the truce
they took the knife to wounded British troops.

Montcalm was shocked by custom such as this,
French troops tired to get tribesmen to desist,
but the Indians weren’t happy at that,
they’d promised plunder, now the French had gone back!

Montcalm used the night to form a column
of British survivors, wives and littles ones,
wanted to keep them from Indian blades,
but the next morning, as they all made way

from the woods around them Indians charged,
Ned heard their war cries, and was quite alarmed,
the savages came, grabbing for guns and clothes,
all who resisted fell under their blows.

They swarmed through the camp, where wounded still lay,
slaughtered the souls who could not run away,
stormed over the column, Ned tried to get clear,
his weapon useless, his heart bound by fear.

He picked through the people, kept his head down,
used all the chaos to try to gain ground,
but near the front he caught a young brave’s eye,
who then approached him with war club held high.

Ned froze in fear, his mind wouldn’t respond,
the brave shouted louder as he came on,
expected a broken foe who’d submit,
but Ned grasped his rifle, and swung for it.

CONTINUES IN PART IV.
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