Answer:
What is the smallest bridge in the world?
There are millions of me. I am very small but when moving fast I am deadly.
He's dead with a metal bar across his back. When a woman sees him, she is very pleased. This was all perfectly legal. What's going on?
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
The more of me you take, the more I appear behind you. What am I?