Tess and Patricia insisted that we go to the Alamo and take a tour. Of course we wanted to go to somewhere more modern, like the River Walk in San Antonio, but they insisted. So, at about 10 a.m., we all took a van over to the Alamo.
We walked through the front door of the Alamo and we were just in time to see the reenactment of Davy Crockett’s last fight. The Battle at the Alamo lasted 13 days, so we don’t really know at what point Davy Crockett died, but they were showing him going down in a sword fight after killing 16-20 raiders. The little man was wearing a raccoon-skin cap and hunting clothes. I say little man because the guy playing Davy was about 5’6”. It was completely unrealistic that this little guy was overtaking these 6’ tall guys, but again, it was acting, so I just halfway watched and waited for it to be over.
I didn’t want to take the tour with everyone else, so I went walking and exploring on my own. I still had the pamphlet, so I kept reading as I entered each room. They pamphlet said that there are only two confirmed survivors of this battle, but they were civilians. Everyone from the Texan army died, as well as even more Mexican soldiers. How creepy! I was walking around in a place where around 750 people died in battle.
Just when I was starting to feel a little sad about being in a place where so many people died, I heard the tour guide say that the Battle of the Alamo was the launching point for the Battle of San Jacinto where Mexican leader Santa Ana and his army were either killed or captured. After that, I kept walking around and exploring the different rooms/sections. This place was really cool, and by the end of our time there, I started to warm up to being there.
Ten years after the battle at the Alamo, the Mexican-American war began and, as a result, the United States acquired Texas, New Mexico, and California. I’d like to believe that the battle that took place in the hall in which I was roaming was the tipping point to making the United States the territory it is today, and thus the sacrifices of the Texan army were not in vain. The missionaries knew this when they gave up their building almost 200 years ago, and now I know, too.