Paul J. Lyon
Private 2
- Joined
- Mar 19, 2010
- Messages
- 55
It is nearly 5:30 a.m. on Sunday, March 6, 1836, across the river from the town of San Antonio de Bejar.
The final assault on the Alamo has been timed to gain the cover and surprise of darkness without risking its confusion, the danger of friendly fire, the opportunity to flee to the rear.
The north wall is broken down by artillery; in the northeast angle, three cannons on a ramp built into the dilapidated adobes; a thousand men mob into the breach...
Once they break through, they are seen to swarm into the plaza "like sheep."
The units are mixed, and include the Zapadore battalion reserves, brought up to push the mass through the wall.
The NE angle artillery position cleared of defenders...
The final assault on the Alamo has been timed to gain the cover and surprise of darkness without risking its confusion, the danger of friendly fire, the opportunity to flee to the rear.
The north wall is broken down by artillery; in the northeast angle, three cannons on a ramp built into the dilapidated adobes; a thousand men mob into the breach...
Once they break through, they are seen to swarm into the plaza "like sheep."
The units are mixed, and include the Zapadore battalion reserves, brought up to push the mass through the wall.
The NE angle artillery position cleared of defenders...