1:19:06
After the Hill, came the church.
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There was a French 75 out front.
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Every window had a rifle sticking out of it.
There was a Gatling gun in the bell tower.
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We could have called the artillery boys in
to blow it to pieces...
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...but outside, along the walls...
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...they'd tied all these people up.
Roped them together, hogtied them.
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Looked like a bunch of sandbags.
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Women and children, nuns and prisoners.
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My Paula among them.
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Neither me nor Luke nor anybody else
knew what to do.
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Inside the church, they knew what to do.
They opened up on us and we fell back.
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All of a sudden, I heard Paula scream out:
"Asalto, Cubanos, asalto !"
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Then, a Spanish bullet.
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The rest of the women took up the cry.
"Attack, Cubans, attack! Attack!"
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Her own band of guerrillas led the way.
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The people some people marry.
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I wasn't worth her spit.