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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ...Duncan pulled free and sprinted, half-mad, tears streaming as he made his retreat, he’d never imagined hell this bad, and didn’t much care if they were beat. All he desired was to get clear, to run himself far away from here, but as the boy ran his panicked sprint, lines of provincials marched up to him, a commander grabbed him, smacked him hard, said, “Come on, lad, we’ll yet win the day!” Forced him to march back into the fray, but as before, they didn’t get far. How Duncan survived this next attack, he didn’t know, nor how he got back… ’Twas a beaten army marching south along the wooded shores of Lake George, there great advance turned into a rout, without getting in sight of the fort, the French would still control Lake Champlain, and Duncan asked if he was still sane… One thousand British casualties, due to that half-wit Abercrombie, Duncan wintered down at Fort Edward, and troubling thoughts came to his mind, he tried, but no reason could he find for putting all those lives to the sword, so that a king he’d never chosen could claim more land, and taxes from men. Was that what his life would amount to? Was this the reason he’d come to be? He did not see how it could be true that he lived to fluff some king’s glory. Was that the same reason the French fought? For the power that their Louis sought? How could it be so many were damned to feed the vanity of one man? The pride he’d felt for his soldiering, blew away like thin clouds in a breeze, in not much could poor Duncan believe, all certainties of old now fading. He wanted to run away from this hurt, but knew he would hang if he dared desert. The next year Abercrombie was gone, and Lord Amherst had taken control, his leadership promised a new down, he’d seized Louisburg, was much extolled. In July his army did sail north, the French had only a meager force, so small that they left their forward lines, and fled to the fort to buy some time. Amherst did not make the same mistake, he took his time, and set up a siege, the French knew they would not be relieved, so they fled north by Champlain’s great lake, but not before a great flash was seen, they blew up their powder magazine! CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
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