Chapter 9 - Under Siege

“The onset of troops is like the rush of a torrent which will even roll stones along in its course.” — Sun Tzu

At eight o’clock on the evening of September 8, the Cline house folded.

Isaac was standing near the east wall when the surge, now fifteen feet above the ground, struck. The house had already surrendered much — windows were long gone, doors had been torn from hinges, the walls flexed and groaned with each new gust — but it held. Neighbors had crowded into…