I am William Wallace, or at least I'm in his mind as I walk up the steep hill on the way to the monument that's erected in his honor. I close my eyes, for a moment, to bring myself back to a time when freedom was something men were willing to die for and tyranny not something we blindly and willingly accept as we do in today's docile society. I'm him. My heart starts to beat nervously as I picture the battle. The enemy standing thousands stronger than my forces, with my death promising to be a brutal spectacle if [...]
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