The+Storming+of+the+Bastille

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Jean Baptiste Humbert was a local inhabitant. He was a watchmaker from a middle-class quarter of Paris. He writes:

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 * To the Bastille ”I was stopped by a local inhabitant, who told me, that some people were shooting near the city hall Hotel de Ville. I therefore hurried down to the place to get some ammo. Then I continued to the Bastille, meanwhile I charged my weapon. On the way, I met a group, who were also going to the Bastille, and I joined them. We met 4 soldiers, armed with riffles, and we asked them to join us. They answered, that they needed ammo. We gave them ammo enough for 2 shots. Then, armoured, they happily joined us. When we came to Hotel de Regie, we saw, that 2 boxes with ammo was destroyed, and I took some cartridges, which I could give to other who didn’t have any”.

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here are the lyrics:
 * "Bastille Day"** by the band Rush:

There's no bread, let them eat cake There's no end to what they'll take Flaunt the fruits of noble birth Wash the salt into the earth

But they're marching to Bastille Day La guillotine will claim her bloody prize Free the dungeons of the innocent The king will kneel and let his kingdom rise

Bloodstained velvet, dirty lace Naked fear on every face See them bow their heads to die As we would bow as they rode by

And we're marching to Bastille Day La guillotine will claim her bloody prize Sing, oh choirs of cacophony The king has kneeled, to let his kingdom rise

Lessons taught but never learned All around us anger burns Guide the future by the past Long ago the mould was cast

For they marched up to Bastille Day La guillotine claimed her bloody prize Hear the echoes of the centuries Power isn't all that money buys