Alison Two Bears

ETERNITY

The battle raged for seven suns and seven moons. Finally it moved away and left death and destruction in its wake.

Shattered huts, small fires burning, bodies scattered in all of the areas of the camp. Most were dead, those still alive had not long to live.

Soon all signs of life stopped, leaving just the sound and smell of death. The only living things were the animals that sniffed at the bodies.

As darkness began to overtake the day, there was a curious cloud of fog that began to move over the battlefield.

The fog spread and soon covered the battlefield, there were heard the sounds of weapons being readied to resume the fight.

Soon men began to emerge from the fog and began to form up as they would before going into battle.

Voices were heard, some loud and boisterous, others barely audible.

All appeared to be waiting for someone or something to lead them. He appeared like a wraith from out of the fog.

All backed away, many turned away. All had heard of this apparition and many had fought alongside it as well.

It was legend that now stood before them. As he began to speak, all gave him their full attention for none wanted to incur his wrath.

His words gave most cause to cheer. The words spoken were short and to the point.

He gave the names of those released from this eternal battle and sent them home with those who had come to find his mortal remains.

No more would they fight and die as they had for these many years. Those left, waited to hear what else was to be said.

Again the words were short and to the point. The rest of us, find a place to sleep, we’ll be called again shortly. Someplace named Afghanistan.

Got some yonkers there that we’ll be trailin’ after; try and make sure they get home alive.

So get some sleep and be ready to skyup when we’re called. This fighting for Eternity sucks sometimes.

©Copyright December 13, 2009 by Alison Two Bears