Akin, I presume to the feeling a lone soldier experiences as the crack of gunfire subsides , a hollow silence settles above the smoking battlefield. Slowly he rises up, ears alert the hair prickling at the nape of his neck. A coating of sweat, dirt and gore sticks to his skin as he surveys the tragic scene. Watching for movement, listening for the slightest sign of life. Nothing. An odd peace seeps in. He has survived, bruised and battered for sure, but alive. All about, destruction. The beginning of decay assails his senses, and on trembling legs he shambles out, transfixed an overwhelming urge to leave the scene. To live again!
VACATIONS OVER!!!!!
(I'm dancing a jig!)
Oh the walk to school this morning...Heaven! I was in such high spirits I gave 'em all a buck for ice cream at lunch! And back for morning coffee with momma, Ambrose!
And what a day it will be! Much to build, and heaven knows we need it! So hope to see ya all soon!
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