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Trust, and Dry Gunpowder

15th October, 1600

It was a day when young men felt old, and old men felt young.

Following the precise discipline, the Eastern Forces under Tokugawa Ieyasu had hacked trees throughout most of the night, constructing earthworks and palisades to protect their gunners from the Western cavalry.

The Tokugawa forces would seem to be in poor position - surrounded on three sides. They had superior firearms, but the driving rain of the night had soaked much of the gunpowder and the prowled the air like a stray dog on a stone street.

Fires. Light fires. Get that gunpowder dry. We're dead without gunpowder.


On Tynan

About a week ago I woke up and got out of the RV, which I've had parked on the same street for the better part of the last five months. To my surprise there was ANOTHER RV in front of mine. It was a lot older, but about the same size.

I went to lunch, and as I returned I saw a man getting into the RV.

"Hi! Welcome to the neighborhood," I said jokingly.

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