July 7, 2010 - 2:52pm — Sonata
The Life Death of a soldier
Massachusetts Colony was tense, in the spring of 1775. Preparations for conflict with the Royal authority had been underway throughout the winter with the production of arms and munitions, the training of militia, I being one of them, and the organization of defenses
Upon news from a source that I never learned of that the British were set to attack, everyone was more tense, even Dog seemed on edge.
I'll admit I was feeling very very sick. normally I didn't have much time to before any sort of fight, but this time, I did, and I was.
I was very thankful when night fell, settling down to sleep, the warm fur of Dog curled against me.
how could I have thought I had gotten out of it so soon?
Bells rang, drums beat, I thought I would be sick again, holding the soft cloth of my uniform close for a moment before tossing my coat on and grabbing my gun, following my fellow men out onto the town green at Lexington.
We could hear them, in the light, just before the dawn struck, fog rolling in wispy way it has over the dew covered grass.
Their footfalls were loud, we could hear them, shouting orders...
there were so many...
and, so few of us...thirty seven, thirty eight or so.
I trembled as the lined up, pure adrenaline now, not the fear.
I watched, as an officer swung his sword, words, ringing in my ears.
"Lay down your arms, you damned rebels, or you are all dead men. Fire!""
I jumped as gunfire rang out, but, none were killed or even injured, a threat, the guns must merely have been loaded with gunfire...
I heard the captain, we were ordered to 'take care of ourselves' to retreat, what?
I froze in shock, and then there was another shot.
Who's side fired first I do not know, but I was very aware of a sudden searing pain within my eye, and the hot dribbling of blood.
Such pain!
I cried out, hands held over the wound, an ally came to my aid, leading me away at breakneck speed.
back in camp they attempted to treat me, but, we had no doctor, it was washed and bound but...that was it...
Dog stayed by my side as I healed.
Or rather, as I was supposed to be healing.
But it did not.
It burned and festered, and a most terrible infection came despite my efforts to keep it clean.
Chills wracked my body as the days past, a fever developing.
Each small noise was hell.
Dog seemed so sad, he wouldn't eat, wouldn't drink, he wasted away with me.
I was so miserable.
Not because of my wound, nor pain.
But because, a week later, in he evening, I knew, somehow, I knew, the country that I so loved...
I knew I would never see it become a reality.
my hand rested atop Dog's side.
And beneath my hand, as drifted off for what I know now was the last time I would as a human, my companion's heart sputtered to a stop beneath my hand.
So loyal as to join me in death.
So.
Tell me.
...
Did we win?
SECOND PART ALREADY?
You spoil me, Sonata : O
God, I feel bad for him now... Poor fellow. Jergens needs to stop being a dick around him xD
Also, I want a 'Dog' ;-;
XD I love Jergens' dickery,
I see them as those 'I hate you but I feel the need to hang around with you anyway' types XD