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The Stand-Off
“What brings you here!? Be gone! No one on this side seeks your pity now Carpenter! You have come too late to lift their spirits, with words about your Father!” The speaker was a demon. His voice had no beauty. It echoed out into the morning emptiness like hard dank air with a rasp. It was easy to see these entities existed like vultures gathering, defending viciously the carnage they spotted.
Then Jesus, the son of God, replied, “Till each casts aside his fate in my Father. I won’t desert my people. Even if this misery before us now, tests each gravely.” His words were loud, spoken out with conviction.
Only seconds ago, He, the son of God had appeared, dressed in a beautiful white robe; and oh so tall, bringing with him a male and female accompaniment of Angels. Each now waited His permission anxiously, to go fourth, and to comfort the dying. But Jesus held them back. If any man could have witnessed the gathering, he would have judged it as a standoff between good and evil. But sadly, as of that time, any man present, of mortal status, was just too busy dying, getting shot by the Bosch.
From a little way off an Officer screeched out in a strong British accent at a soldier, a boy, weeping in the mud, next to his boots, who looked no more than seventeen. “Get your arse over it! Or I swear as God is my judge, I’ll shoot you here for cowardice!”
“Where is your Father, Carpenter!? A mere mortal seeks him now as a judge. But yet I see not his presence!?” The demon laughed aloud afterwards. One who obviously held seniority in the gathered flock?
“Go to him, child.” Jesus motioned to an Angel, with kindness in his voice, with a fatherly smile, ignoring the demon’s attempts to draw him out, and anger him. A girl young like the boy came fourth and stood next to Him, like a daughter going fourth to stand next to her father. “And ease his discomfort." Jesus continued with, "as he cries out now for my Father’s forgiveness.”
A little way off, moments later, after a farther flurry of angry words left the Officer’s mouth, dressed as he was in a green military uniform, two shots rang out from his service revolver. And after it, business like, he moved on, to confront others, who refused likewise on that day to die, by going over a trench, to face the machine gun fire of the enemy. And farther off, the clutches of the strong barbwire, which lay out ominously, where their fallen friends were already securely attached to. Voiceless now, and sightless. Like empty vessels stuck to a spider's web.
The place was the Somme. Till that moment, few knew of its existence in the northern part of France, or cared to know, for that matter.
And as men lay dying, both in the trench and beyond, in No-Man’s-Land, Jesus motioned more Angels to leave his side, to head to the fallen, who prayed with blood gurgling out their mouths, for God and His forgiveness. And for deeply offending Him, for doubting for one moment, His existence.
Because with their last moments of life, they could see now He did care! Sure, wasn’t his Son here? And even if a man lay dying, leaving brothers or sisters or a caring mother or father behind; or the smile and the love of a Girl –hundreds of miles away –here the face of a beautiful Angel was soothing him now, with love, care. Letting him know, everything would be OK, and to just close his eyes and sleep, and sleep, and sleep...
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The battle of the Somme started on July the first 1616, and lasted right up till November of the same year. It has gone down in history as highlighting the horrors of war in World War One.
I don’t think anyone of us will ever know the pain, fear, those there who fought it, really felt...
