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Feb 26, 2009 - 01:06 PM |
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Life in the Alamo. |
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No one in the Alamo ever got a good night's sleep.
The table saws and rumbling air compressor generators of the surrounding Mexican army would start up at 9:00 am on the dot everyday, even Sundays. "Really, guys? Sunday's too??" The Texas soldiers who frequently stayed up late drinking beer and playing video games all weekend would always wake up pissed and cranky, and ugh dammit, c'mon! They'd try sobering up with a big ol' plate of bear meat or something, but it just made them groggy. Mid-afternoon naps were out of the question too, though, so they just became even more unruly and irritable, but now they have stomach aches from all that damn bear.
And the noise never stopped because the Mexican army never seemed to get anything accomplished. It was like someone handed a bunch of toddlers some saws, nail guns and hammers, and told them to go wild. The Mexican soldiers would beat and nail the sides of the Alamo for days with no clear aim or purpose. Just... making noise. Days and days of saws screeching as they tore through boards; the steady sound of nails jumping into wood; hammers pounding on the sides of the Alamo so hard that the window over your bed would vibrate until it sounded like it would shatter onto your face. ("What were you even doing in that bed? Beds are useless in the Alamo!")
You wanted to go out for a cup of coffee in order to wake up, but there were so many ropes and ladders in the way you could hardly make it to your truck. At the same time you saw a soldier's awesome coat draped over a post, and you didn't think you'd feel all that bad about taking it, all things considered, but then, yeah, you realized he was only doing what he's told, so you just let him keep his cool soldier coat.
Then Santa Anna climbed onto the balcony and accidentally knocked over your bicycle, but, he was nice about it and picked it back up. He even swept up all the debris his men were leaving on the deck from days of trying to beat their way through the walls with tiny hammers. So, I guess Mr. Anna wasn't all bad.
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