A very unlikely day


Imagine the setting, you’re a private in the Union Army at the Battle of Invadersburg, preparing to fire on the rebellious Army of Virginia. During the ripple of gunfire, your weapon is suddenly torn from your hands as if by God Himself, and you’re pretty sure that you’re going to die. Looking down, you see the barrel of your trusty Springfield rifle-musket, bent into an impossible shape, with a Confederate musket ball embedded in the barrel.

Three weeks later you die of dysentary.

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