Pop! Goes Napoleon!

Pop! Goes Napoleon!

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Here we are at Waterloo, tidying up our armies here, This is the Battle of Waterloo, Pop! Goes Napoleon! Up and down the battlefield, Here and there the armies fought, That's the way the battle goes, Pop! Goes Napoleon! A cannon with a big ol' blow, In the heart the Frenchies fall, That's the way the battle goes, Pop! Goes Napoleon! 'Round and 'round the Waterloo, The gen'ral chased Napoleon, Then I've won the Waterloo, Pop! Goes Napoleon! A vict'ry for the general, An exile for the Bonaparte, That's the way the battle goes, Pop! Goes Napoleon!
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From as far as the gaze would travel, there were piles and piles of corpses. The battle field was strewn with limbs and carcasses of men, horses and elephants. The stench was unbearable and overpowering. The color of Daya river had turned crimson red from the blood of fallen soldiers and beasts of war. In this silent and completely devastated landscape, Asoka was taken over by a deep sense of grief, guilt and sadness. What have I done, he cried, with hands outstretched towards heavens, begging for mercy.... John woke up with a start. Cold beads of sweat trickled down his face and a shiver ran up his spine. The same vivid dream. It was so real that he could hear the dying moans of fallen soldiers and smell the putrid stench of death as it slowly rose from the battlefield. Come to me. The words ringed in his ears. The sixteen year boy was about to make the most momentous decision in his life. One, that would bring him face to face with his worst fears, and change his life forever........

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