As soon as boots hit the pavement in the early morning of a New England Autumn, the sounds that are a part of the season become more familiar with each step that he takes. This morning's walk to school would be like any other, or so it seemed, and after pulling his collar up to blow some warmth into the pocket of air around his body, Francis pushed out of the Prokop Ave., and onto Napoleon. The shortest longest walk in town.
Napoleon and the Commandos
Every day was new to a young mind with no focus or worry. Every experience is created from within, and while the mind may be at our command, it also plays tricks on reality. What happened on this morning to a young New England boy, was more than just an ordinary thing. Napoleon has come to town, and during this walk of ages, his troops were ready to march.
The Battlefield
It is more now than it was then. Then was a rolling rectangle of land with boundries that could be seen, and the sands of the pit being the farthest sight. This cold Autumn morning included a fog and steams of battle, slowly moving from one end of the battlefield to the other. Francis realized as soon as the it was in plain view, that this morning had something more to offer than just a cold walk in the woods.
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