How Much That Sword Looked Like A Baton

Jim's Photo Of Alamo Display

And Wait For The Night by JohnWilliam Corrington (published ca 1964)

Because it struck me how much that sword looked like a baton, and how I had been the bandmaster without knowing it. I don’t know why—I never figured why—but all the fight was gone out of me in an instant. I had come to Mexico to kill as many of ‘em as I could shoot, stab, or ride down. For Travis and Bowie and Bonham. I came to burn or devastate, it didn’t matter who or how. But there I was with a clean sword in my hand and twelve of my own men turning in the hot wind, and the words of politicians and landgrabbers elbowing each other in my memory.….and because anyhow there probably hadn’t been ten men in the Mexican army we were facing who had fought at the Alamo or murdered at Goliad.