I am called home.

I am called home.
I fall in the snow storm only to look up at good and Evil staring back.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Soldier of the living

A old man sitting in a wheel chair. Stares out his old folks  home window. He is not thinking about family that does not visit or the world outside and where it is going. No just of the past and friends he lost in the war. As day turns to night. He still watches the outside world moving on. He falls asleep for a couple of hours to only be a waken by tapping on the window. He opens his eyes to see a cloaked figure with a hood staring at him on the other side of the glass. But he does not scream because the man staring at him is kind. How does he know this well the strangers eyes are like yellow sad wolf  eyes. The stranger reaches through the glass with out shattering it and touches the mans cheek. Boom they are transported to his last fight in the war. The old man relives the moments of his finest hours of fighting the enemies. But also the horrors of losing friends. As the old man watches, He looks at the stranger and asks Why as the bullets fly by and the bomb shells fall and explode killing both sides. The stranger waves his hand left to right. The past stops and he looks at the old man and shares a tear for him. The old man turns and see his younger self burring his team. The young man falls to his kneels looking at the 16 graves. He keeps saying to his self I try to save them over and over. The old man walks over and falls to his kneels beside the younger version of him self. Both cry and the stranger feels a hand on his should of his master telling him it is time to go. The old man reaches out and touches the young mans shoulder and says you lived for them so they did not die in vain. The young man says thank you and fades away. The old man feels hands on his shoulders. He looks to see his friends smiling and saying welcome home brother. The war torn field fades away and heaven comes to in sight. Back at the old folks home the stranger stands be side the old man that passed on. He pats him on the shoulder and says you did good. Mission complete time to go home. The stranger turns to see a nurse and he fades away in front of them

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