TWO stories for the price of one today.
The first, dealing with the photo prompt itself, the other the theme of vigilance much like the guard is vigilant over duties.
Brigadier General Rochelle Wisoff-“In-Flander’s-Fields” is our commanding officer.
Major Managua is our photo contributor. Thanks, Managua!
I am “Captain Spaulding/ the African Explorer/did someone here say ‘schnorrer?’/ Hooray-hooray-hooray!”
FOR WANT OF A RE-WRITE
“My soldier stands proud against the sky;
Breastworks forward, sword in hand;
If you would sing those sweet songs of you and I
Together, making violent love over that barren land
Crushing enemy after enemy. My first heaving sigh
Paints the battleground red over the dirt and sand.
As your sword stabs me where no man goes;
I will remember your soft touch, gentle smiles;
And the stream where your life flows
Into my happy heart! It skirts the miles.”
The Professor read her poem.
“You know that soldier’s a girl, Pam?”
She looked again at the photo prompt.
WHAT HAPPENED THEN?
A true event which, to this day, is unsolved. Details are in the story. The question on our minds in my neighborhood was, “If they knew before WE did, could anything have been done about it?” The names are my own (I never knew these guys’ real ones).
Dennis climbed back into the car. “No one’s around. Everybody’s leaving money on the counter. I hope they come back soon.” We drove to the office.
I thought a second. “Those guys were solid and dependable. They’d NEVER so much as leave the store unattended so much as abandoning it.” Jahangier always smiled and his cousin, Reza, always told the funniest stories.
After three days, no one from the store’s home office to the FBI knew their whereabouts. Inventory and cash boxes went untouched on that day. Nothing made sense.
Until the next week … when the Twin Towers were attacked!