It was a deadly skirmish.....I was there!
I remember the sounds of rifles, I can remember the warmth of fire, And I remember the blood......so much blood.
I was a militiaman for the war that gained us our freedom.
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I sat in the waiting room looking at the ground. Blood on my hands and shirt. Her blood on my hands and shirt. I can't believe she took a bullet for me. She really took a bullet for me.
I'd take a bullet for you, George Ragan.