The 17th installment of my son’s online fiction series. If you are just joining, click here for the previous chapters.
It was early that morning in France on July 19. Pvt. Adams played with the bolt of his rifle as he sat in torturous anticipation. The cool night’s dew hung on the blades of grass and wheat around him as they peacefully waited to be graced by the beams of the approaching sunrise. Adams knew they’d be moving out soon. They all knew it. They’d been kept in reserves since they’d gotten to the battle the day before. They’d been woken early and told to be ready. It wouldn’t be long now.
Adams turned with a scowl to see who had broken the sacred silence the soldiers shared before the charge. It was Rivers. Adams groaned as he turned back to fiddling with his rifle. “Whatcha want, Jack?”
“Gotta favor ta ask ya,” Rivers replied, either not recognizing Adams’ agitation or not caring.
“What?” he growled again.
Something plopped in Adams’ lap. He looked down. It was a book, an old one. He put his rifle down and picked it up. “What’s this?”
“Twas Brickman’s,” Rivers answered. “Ya know, that journal he’d always be writin’ in. Prayin’ and stuff like dat.”
“You picked this off his corpse?” Adams asked in shock. “What, you couldn’t let the guy rest with it?”… (Read more)
October 14th, 2014 at 4:09 pm
October 14th, 2014 at 4:12 pm
Brickman is a salt and brings the peace of Jesus to his fellow man. This reminds me of living out God’s love and people see it and experience it.
October 14th, 2014 at 4:13 pm
October 14th, 2014 at 4:18 pm
Hope The Lord enables me to do so 🙂