Descriptive Essay: The Battle Of Little Bighorn

As i look onto which can only be described as pure chaos of fervent battle that rages just ahead of me. Im almost simultaneously forced into agony by defining booms of gunfire with the ferocity the most vicious thunderstorms. The smell of freshly burnt gunpowder defusie by the iron smell of blood in the air. As i give the surround area just a glance i'm stricken on how familiar land looks then it hit like train at what my sight has discovered. That this is the beginning of the end of life style and a culture but for now its greatest moment this is the battle of little bighorn.this was Custer's last stand by Edgar S. Paxson for buffalo bill's wild west show.this was a highly romanticized but it does catch the chaos of the battle that i can

The smell of the battle field in is overpowering by the burning of gunpowder smells like large raging forest fire that i grown out of control.with hints of blood and guts fermenting on the prairie.The pollen of the spring grassland is nothing in destructive soup burning gunpowder and dead bodies.the smell of industrial war has made its way to the prairie.masking the outside smells.the smell of death is terrifying for both sides but it is even more heartbreaking when you know what making that smell.burnt flesh floods the prairie with the uncommon smell of war.one thing has not changed and that is that iron smell of blood is in the air agian but this time with a more quiker way to spill it wich is guns.the smell of death was not uncomen but not this scale and this wide spread.the praie was alive with action of war and all of the smells it

Each gun shot rings out in succession like a marching band of death.Under the the defining sounds of constance gunfire you can hear great shouts of rage and agony as men from both side as they die.The native warcry are but all masked for but the loudest of them in this hail of bullets.sound bullets whizzing past with that classic twang go by. Only until the bone crushing and flesh ripping sounds of a death train whizzing by at breakneck speed.The quietness of the prairie was smothered by the intensity of the fighting in the foreground ahead of me.i can't look away at this battle for the west that is going on in front of me.the sound of battle were not esaly made out in this jaring mess on top of this hill.but you know the body count will be