Today’s words: Faith, fight, freedom
It wasn’t until the dust settled after the bombs stopped falling and the constant bedlam of the fight around him subsided that he felt his arms to make sure he was still alive.
He was curled up inside the tiny hole he had dug to protect himself against the hell that rained down on him.
There was a constant ringing in his ears, and he knew there had to have been damage done as the ringing didn’t top and the ache grew stronger.
In his pocket, he found the medal his mother had given him before he left, a medal symbolising her faith and one she wanted to give to him as the only way she could think of as protection.
There was a man kneeling beside him, the red-cross on his jacket telling him who he was and he was talking to him, but the ringing in his ears shut out his words.
When he awoke that morning some weeks later, he was ordered to dress ready for evacuation. They were sending him home and once dressed in his fatigues he went outside and stood for a moment in the bright sunshine, taking it in, feeling thankful he could.
The camp dog came round as it did, sniffing out everyone it came across and he bent down to rub its head and feel the warmth of its affection. God only knew he needed some of that in this terrible place.
He lined up with the other broken men and women and stood to attention as the General told them he was proud of their efforts in the fight for freedom.
In the solder’s mind, the word freedom was a lie. He knew for a fact the ones in charge were planning the next offensive and freedom was not part of the equation.