Inside the Battle

The year was 1914, Sophia's father was selected to fight into war. Hardship... Struggling to fight her own battle... Will her father return back in time to celebrate family occasions ? Or will she be left alone to fight her personal battles alone ?
Sophia begins writing letters to her father as it is the only contact she was with him. Dealing with the the fact of her Father not with her, she slowly begins to realize the hardship unfolding within her life.
An insight view of father and daughter relationship affected by battle.
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10. Short Story of His death : At peace with my heart.


The date was - 19th of September 1918

I can’t bring myself to the thought of dying, feeling the pain tearing through my body as it begins to deteriorate. Fighting and only just holding on. But it hurts, just to breath. Although no matter what, I have to keep running, fighting with my thoughts, lost with reality, don’t know the difference between right and wrong; which path to choose, constantly running, from death, from fear and from myself.

Before I knew it, I was re-united with my family. Images and pictures became my reality.  Happy. Pleased. Glad. Just seeing my family brought me great joy and happiness to my broken heart. Knowing I was at peace, free from war and feeling the sensation of safety. However, it feels too good to be true. Being gone away for awhile, it’s hard to imagine anything happy and full of smiles. Real or not, I take advantage of this moment, taking every second and minute.

I see myself on the other side of the table, it seems to be Christmas. Sounds still seem blurry to my ears. But I can make a few sounds out. With Christmas tree, decorated as ever, beautiful as a pearl, socking lined up, one by one, mine, mothers, Liam’s and Sophia’s and with a small, little additional one, with the name, in bright silver glitter, Genevieve Ava by the firer place. Immediately I was filled with joy that I was spending Christmas with my first granddaughter, places a smile on my face. This reminded me vaguely of last year’s Christmas. It is so good to be home.  Everyone seems so joyful and cheerful. The dinner table containing scrumptious food includes the turkey and mouth-watering Christmas puddling. I missed this dearly. Home cooked cooking, loving family home; I know this is where I belong, this is my home. As carols filling the night, sing at the top of our voices, as we reminisce of the good times with each other, absorbing every moment and embracing all the time we have together, as it was our last. But something was very surreal about this.

Then suddenly the images and objects begin to blur and fade away.  Screaming for attention, but no one could hear me, just going about like I was never there... then slowly the images starts to fade and disappear, and then, darkness filled my eyes. I knew it was to be true.

Finally, as I glimpsed my death, remembering it being slow and painful; constantly running from nothing, wounded from the crash and then bullet tearing through my heart. Recalling the pain and suffering, of what one small, insufficient metal piece could do to my life; destroying it in matter of seconds. Memorising the eyes of my killer, as he looked in my eyes, before shooting; was so blue as mine and was filled with fear and terror of safety of his own life, lost, unexperienced and so ever young. Pled for surrender, in exchange for my survival. But then the bullet piercing through my flesh and tearing though the remains of my heart.  

But I thank him, for ending my misery and pain that I was in; as it was he, who granted my final wish, to be with my family, reunited, happy and at eternal peace. Struggling to breath, I begin to fatigue and surrender. Closing my eyes, keeping the image of my family close to my heart, breathing one last breath of life, whispering my final words ‘we will be together, I will wait for you’. Choking, until I had became nothing; my eyes suddenly begun to close, paralysed, lifeless, just another small piece of their war.  And then suddenly darkness filled my eyes, bring images to my eyes, my life and the good times with my family. From then, I knew from then onwards my time had finished, and I was finally at eternal peace.

 

 

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