Sedgemoor, the last Stand
The enemy has pushed us to the Langmoor Rhine and this protects our back. So it is here that we will make our last stand and die to a man. The musketeers have no more powder and now fight with clubbed muskets or have plugged bayonets into the hot barrels. Our Pike and Scythemen are at the charge, which is keep the horse away but now our foes pull back from the fight and their is a deadly calm in the air only shattered by distance pistol shots and the screams of those wounded. Now the enemy Grenadiers come forward and throw their iron charges into our compressed ranks, each kills so many of the men but the tightness of our ranks stops some of the damage. The smoke is now so heavy that it is hard to breath but only now does the sun start to lighten the sky, yet the noise and screams for those shattered by the Grenades is deafening. Now they start to fire volleys into our ranks and its over we can’t stand the heat any longer and we break. Now the Dragoons come into us and every man is for himself yet in the press I find my friend Richard Goodenough and together with Col Wade we cross the Rhine into the blood covered cornfield and we run, we run to Bridgwater. The battle is lost, so god save the King, my King Monmouth.