Army Of Angels (A Glanny Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twenty

Army Of Angels:

Chapter Twenty:

June 1990:

The tears had not stopped flowing since I had uttered the ending to my story. I now know why I never told anyone the experiences of the First World War that I had endured. Why I never engaged in relationships with anyone. How I never got closer than friends with anyone.

Everyone put it down to the fact that the war had changed my perspective on women. They were right but not in the way they all suggested. They were all saying that women were no longer that important to me. That I'd always prefer the male variety to have for friends rather than the female variety. They were right with that too. I had many male friends but not as many females.

"Dare I ask ... What happened when you got back into the trench?" He asked.

I looked at him. A tear, charged with emotion, like the final tear Danny shed on that terrible day, ran down my cheeks. Creating its own path through my wrinkles and dripping off the end of my chin, pelting to the ground.

It reminded me of that rain drop I saw on the blade of grass. How it joined another to make a bigger raindrop and how the two raindrops went slowly together. That tear was more like me than I'd ever let on and I wish I was more like the two rain drops. I wish that was me and Danny. Moving slowly together through life. Travelling down the line of life. Getting over any bumps together and helping each other out of any ridges together. Saving each other if we were to fall through any holes. But no. That was not meant to be.

"I guess now that I have come so close to finishing ... That I might as well finish," I said

January 1916:

I stuck to the river, travelling in the river so that I could duck under water whenever a grenade came flying my way. I pulled Danny's body along with me. Saying body kind of softens it slightly. If I were to say corpse then it would mean he was truly gone. If I say body then I could allow myself to think he is only sleeping. That he will wake up when I want him to. That he will smile once more. Of course it slowed me down but I couldn't leave him tied up to that pole in the German trench.

"Praise The Lord, you're okay!!" Mark shouted as he saw me.

I smiled weakly. I was not okay. Physically I may be slightly drained but emotionally... I would never be okay again.

"So how's O'Donoghue?" He asked.

Everything overwhelmed me. I needed some time to just relax. To get everything out of my mind. To forget. Yes that's what I needed. Some kind of forgetting pill.

I put my head in my hands. Anything to bury the pain just like they will bury Danny. Then it struck me. No they won't bury him. They will just toss him on the heap. He will lie there with his unblinking eyes facing the sun. No one will remember him. No one but me.

"Dead," I uttered.

"What ... No ... Surely he can't be?" Mark asked slowly.

"He's dead Mark. I watched his murder. I stood with him as he said his final words. As he took in his last breath. I watched his eyes darken as his soul left its handsome case. I watched everything. Every minute detail of his death keeps replaying in my mind. I can see every spot of blood on him. On his face. On the pole. Absorbing in the mud below him. I can calculate the angle in which the bayonet stuck out of him. I can we the pain in his eyes and I can see the love in his eyes. His heart may have been wounded but he knew what was in that heart of his and I know what is in mine. There will be no one like him ever again, Mark. No one I can share that bond with. Nothing and no one is what I have left," I said.