Our men move forward, the order given by Pharaoh himself. The men get ready, it is time for the battle. We mount the horses and chariots, the morning is on us. Time to move. The chariots move
through the mountain sides, there is but one path in or out and we are on it, there is another path away, but you must pass our fort. Seems simple, we move forward. There is no one on the beach, our horses halted overnight by the fire; their people had faced the fort.
If you were in the fort some 40-50 strong or more, would you come out to those millions? No you waited for reinforcements. The fort is yours, you just need to wait. Right, wait. We did that. Now we are moving forward, again I wonder why? You want them back for what? The city is built, stop; but I am not in charge. I have the men get ready, time to move. We are expecting many men with poles, spears if you will; they do not want back. They had done their time, they were leaving. Pharaoh did not see it this way.
Our horses go forward, the chariots rumbling the earth. We go
through that passage that is one way in or one way out. The horses are getting excited, the mood is in the air. Move out. Here we go. It is not all unison, the movement is more fluid, the chariots move, the horses as well. There was hardly a man on foot. Pharaoh ordered it, but stays behind of course, my men are near the end, we have time to watch the rest.
The train moves forward, I am near my men, we make it to the beach; what we see is truly terrifying. The water is split, the others are walking
through it. No way, stop. Not so he orders them to go. No I want to object, the others are already moving. My men are looking at me, I have no desire. Pharaoh is incensed, outraged? He orders all to move. I watch as my men leave me. I could see it in their eyes. They were never more unsure in their life.
They move forward, I have all the respect in the world for them. This is not normal. I watch in horror as the water closes, my men are swept up. It is madness, the whole army is gone; nearly three miles of dry dirt turned back into water. Crashing, right on top of them. I was sure that I could hear the voice of one of my men before. I have a place, and it is not this, I get off my chariot. My men are gone.
The water is settling in, they are all gone, you see nothing but water; the distance is too far. The others on the other side and gone. This is not the reed sea, but the red sea. You know it today as Saudi Arabia. If they had stopped after the reed sea, they would still be in Egypt. Ever see something, that changes your mind?
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