The tiny hole connected to the ocean grabs the faint sound of ocean waves crashing on a chilly night.
Party ships blast the latest hits, distracting students from the history lesson.
Fire scorches to create needed tools for soldiers at the blacksmiths hands.

I imagine the sound of yells coming from the commanding soldiers, the BOOM of the cannon filling my ears.
I hear the velocious orders being spat out, because there is only 30 seconds to be ready to shoot.
My mood turns dismal as cries of ones who once lived engulf my ears.

Booming through the air, the cannon shocks all that surround.
The ocean waves bob up and down, creating a soothing sound of the outside world.
The many sick soldiers lay on a bed, as the treatment back then didn’t provide them with much relief.

How did the soldiers feel when they knew something tragic was about to happen?
Did they feel any emotion as the cannons were fired?
What different things have happened right in the area I’m in?

Fort Jackson ignites sadness in my heart because of the treacherous events that happened in that very spot.
BOOM BOOM BOOM