Alamo2004

Issac Millsaps:
You ever been in a scrape like this before, David?

Davy Crockett:
Tell you the truth, I ain't never been in a scrape like this before.

Issac Millsaps:
But, you were in the Creek Indian war, weren't you?

Davy Crockett:
Yeah, I was in that. The Creeks had rose up and raided into Alabama and massacred a bunch of folks at Fort Mims. 'Course that was big news in those parts, so I joined the militia. I was just about your age. I did some scouting, but I mostly hunted for the cook pot, things of that nature. Anyway, we caught the Creeks in their main village. This Creek woman shot one of our men, so we drove them into the main house and set it on fire. All night we listened to them screamin' as they burned to death. The next morning we were sifting through what was left and we found a cellar full of potatoes. Them taters had been cooked by the grease runnin' off them burnin' Injuns. We hadn't had anything to eat for a few days except parched corn, so we fell to and ate til we was full. Ever since, when somebody passes the taters, I pass 'em right back.