"Pa, there's a bloody man lying in the fields!" Pa looks up at his wife with a grimace, he was wondering if there would be any consequence of that battle just a few hours back. "Well, it's almost dark, suppose we should bring him inside," Pa responds. The older couple drags the man into their dwelling and places him next to the fire. "Oh, the young man has a nasty cut on his arm. Bring me some water and rags, Ma." The older couple bandage the young mans wounds as well as they could, lay him by the fire with some water and bread next to his head, and go to sleep.

"Where am I? Who are you?" were the first things the strange man said to the old couple. "You're in the Tramecourt Village, and you may call us Pa and Ma, as everyone else does. We are just

old farmers trying to get by, but tell us about you. How did you end up in our fields and how did to come to be in this horrible condition?" "First of all, thank you very much for you kindness and generosity, I know God will bless you. My name is Jacques, and I was wounded in the battle just north of this village yesterday," responded Jacques, "it was a horrible, bloody battle that will take some time to describe............

I was on the ground for some time, but surprisingly I was not run through by the English as most of my fellow soldiers were. I started to hear cries of 'mercy' and 'surrender' rumble through our lines. The clanging and battle cries ceased, and the English began rummaging through our lines looking for money and nobility to ransom. This was fine by me, since I have no money or am not noble, so I was expecting to be released to my army. This was going on for some time when I heard murmurs of astonishment go through the English line. I didn't understand what the problem was until I saw the archers coming over and slaughtering some French. What ungodly foe would do such a thing to prisoners! Fearing for my life, I lied on the ground and feign unconsciousness, hoping the archers would not notice me. The archers finally stopped this massacre. I got up and realized our third and final line was retreating. A couple of English soldiers searched me and questioned me, but, as I said, I have no money or nobility. I was allowed to leave. My cut was causing me extreme pain, and I knew I was soon going to lose consciousness. I stumbled through the fields and wood as far as I could go until I finally collapsed in your field.

We had waited for hours, all morning it seemed and nothing happened. I was a having a good laugh with some soldiers when suddenly the ranks settled down. I asked some of the guys in the front what was going on, and he said the English archers are forming rank and preparing to fire. He told me not to worry though, because the archers were too far away for the arrows to reach us. A couple seconds later, I saw what appeared to be a dark cloud of arrows form in the sky and come down upon us. The English were firing thousands

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Pa Ma, Battle Agincourt, Tramecourt Village, french troops, loyalty lord, , english line, responded call, foot soldier, towards line, confront english, fellow soldiers, money nobility, common soldier,
Approximate Word count = 1477
Approximate Pages = 6 (250 words per page double spaced)