The Alamo!

Prelude to Battle At four am the lone bugler stirred. He could lie still in the Texas cold no longer. He arose and faced the forbidding walls 250 yards away. A call to arms burst forth from his bugle, and was joined by the cry of "Viva Santa Anna" from a thousand hoarse throats. Massed infantry columns charged the dark fortress and their feet sounded a drum roll to accompany the now blaring Deguello. No quarter, death to the infidels. There would be no prisoners taken today. Inside the walls, 18...