Briefly Mentioned in Dispatches
In the field,
they treated him like some kind
of young god,
because to them, he most surely
was a god ..
And though there were so many
things that
needed his immediate attention ..
In effect, those to
be mended or fixed and somehow,
made good enough
to remain and to fight in the field
yet again and again ..
At which point, take note, it was
while in the thick
of it all, he was forced to leave so
many, where they
had either fallen, or lay broken ..
And not through
any personal fatigue or the jitters,
we hasten to add
but some administrative errors ..
And by George,
by then, he had already run out
of those dreadfully
inadequate, fresh dressing packs ..
Those issued earlier
that same day and only a matter
of moments
before the young god himself had
fully bled out ..
He had been the son of a carpenter
no less, yet was
crucified in some bloody foreign field ..
And though only
briefly mentioned in dispatches shall
never be forgot ..
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Neville (
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A fine write N which combines war 'naturally' (through humans fighting each other) and Christianity.
Cheers, I think it fair to say more wars have been fought over religion than anything else ..
I\'ve already challenged someone here on that (wars/religion) I get tired when I repeat myself...😇😅
Doesn't mean I didn't in this instance enjoy the symbolic fusion.
Neville I didn’t know that you were out that type but then again I guess historically we all are. A wonderful right that leads one along to a surprise ending. Most lovely written I found it highly intriguing.
Thank you .. Neville
And even as the ink is fast drying many such are bleeding out in various parts of our 21st century civilised, digitalised, bubble wrapped world. Some some to have forgotten, others more than willing to do it again in order to be reminded.
It is indeed, a funny, sad old world .. and there's nowt so queer as folk neither .. Neville
As a teenager I theorized that every human being lives and dies as a god, or at least the son of one, and that the man called Jesus was no different than the rest of us, and that we are all crucified in the end. I never had anyone make that point, intentionally or otherwise, till now.
You clearly have a good view from up there .. dare I say cheers .. yeah' wot the hell .. cheers .. Neville
Indeed, lest we forget Neville. I went to church yesterday dressed in suit and tie as a sign of respect for those who had fallen and I was somewhat annoyed that I was only one of half a dozen who dressed appropriately, even the preacher (not a vicar) was not wearing a tie and they were 7 minutes late for the eleven o'clock two minute silence. I get very annoyed when people do not show proper respect on these occasions.
The being late was utterly disgraceful & unforgivable and I am a very forgiving soul ..
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