Honorable Martyrs: A Short Story

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Nolan Bridgford 10/11/17 P4 H2 Long Honorable Martyrs One, Two, Three, Four, Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. We count in our head, the numbers ring as I repeat them over and over again. What am I to do, my pride and honor forces me to commence the duel. Yet religiously I could never slay another man, the mere idea of that is repugnant, what to do what to do. On the weehawken floor, we lay back to back and slowly take steps and count. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. “Oh dear. Oh God. Lord be with me. What's going to happen to me? I see my mother on the other side, I see my father on the other side, laurence, washington, My son all on the other side. My country won't be with me on the other side…”. I hear from the other side “Hamilton! Do you yield!” I involuntarily…show more content…
“My dear Eliza! Eliza, she's still asleep some please get me my wife!” I'm coughing up blood, my wife was left with a letter that could've been written better. The number never leave my head. The counting never stops. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One last thought. The idea of leaving my loved Eliza hurts me more than all else, I left her my letter along with my final adieu. This final letter let the world know what I intended to do, if I were to shoot first and throw it away the man would have to yield giving us another day to live. Though will this paint me as a coward? Will this bullet become my legacy? As we load upon the boat to cross the Hudson, there is no beat and no melody. What I was about to do will shock my wife. As we finally unload I get lucky as no one has to arrived yet, I stand East as I load my gun. The sun is in my eyes and I am stunned by the beautiful sight of my New York City. One in which I've protected almost my entire life, one Burr has protected along with me. Burr didn't know that I couldn't kill him, did he?Burr, finally arrives and
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