Intro
Blood. Hot, thick, blood. It was everywhere and it was frightening. This was the battle that was the final decision of two brave young men who were fighting to become crowned King of England. This Battle was called the Battle of Hastings placed in 1066. Both Harold and William Duke of Normandy were fighting for the throne. After Edward the confessor died people were fighting for the throne. Soon after, William shipped his 7000 men across the English Channel to England. Meanwhile, Harold had won his battle in the North and began his 400 kilometer march to meet William in the South.
The march was exhausting. My right hand was severed, completely dismembered, but at least we won the battle over the intruders in …show more content…
I felt like my legs were going to fall off. I saw one of the Bretols collapse onto the ground, exhausted, and I was trying so hard not to do the same. We left him there and kept marching. I could smell the awful stench of sweat from the other 7000 Saxons surrounding me, making me feel like just another person, just another face in the crowd that wouldn't be noticed if I had suddenly gone missing. Harold had told us to keep up the pace so that there would be that the Normans would have less time to burn and loot the village, maybe even get surprised by their early arrival.
Soon after I realised that William had come up with a mighty plan to slowly break the shield wall as the Saxons followed the Normans. After they were cut away from the group William and the group of Normans that followed surrounded the Saxons and gruesomely slaughtered each soldier. I was about to follow them to my death but a Norman came up to me and attempted to slice me with his sword. I had stabbed the soldier, right through the stomach through to the other