The night was cold before the early morning battle on the 6th March 1836. The men of the Alamo were enduring the start of their 13th day of siege. Constant artillery fire had not produced a single casualty.....it was a brisk night.
The Mexican Army was fanning out for a major attack in the pre-dawn hours. They vastly outnumbered the approximately 180 defenders. Strick orders were given and no rifles in the first wave were loaded....this would be a morning of the bayonet.
The main attack would be on the damaged north wall and much of the Mexican casualties were here from their own artillery as the troops cowered below the walls to get out of the defenders' line of fire.
Travis having run to the north wall was one of the first casualties, falling dead with a bullet in the forehead. The defenders were overcome by numbers and retreated to the Long Barracks next to the chapel which was defended by Crockett's Tennessee volunteers. The most brutal fighting occurred here...hand to hand in the dark. This is why this very spot was chosen by a previous generation for the placement of the Alamo Cenotaph, a monument to the extraordinary valor of the defenders...this is why you don't move it to fit some Feng Shui perspective of how a re imagined Alamo should look.
After the battle, the few survivors were executed, the many bodies burned and the walls of the mission fortress torn down. Only the scared chapel remained
One of Santa Anna's generals remarked, one more victory like this and we're finished.
When you get up tomorrow, on a cold morning let your mind drift back to that morning of 6 March 1836 - the final battle.
Remember the Alamo.
Let the old men tell the story, let the legend grow and grow. Of the thirteen days of glory, at the siege of Alamo.