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Mud & Musket

Mud & Musket

The stench of powder burned his nostrils, he rubbed at them with grubby fingers, his red raw eyes ran with blackened tears.  For the young private it was his first battle. He could no longer smell the wood of his musket or the lived-in wool from his tunic just the...

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