THE LOST WAR

 

  “…..you bloody motherfucker, tie it tight. My blood is flushing out, csináld gyorsan, meghalok(do it quick, I am dying)” shouted McGlen. “You stop shaking, son of a bitch I see nothing,” yelled Dr. Claire treating McGlen knee. The tent is filled with smoke and sounds of the rush from soldiers. It is a medical post treating injured soldiers. Dr. Claire gave McGlen sedative and said, “pihenni(take rest)” and left out to smoke a cigarette. He went out of the tent, pulling a cigarette out of his coat and lighted it, looking to the dark red sky burning, he is looking at it helplessly, a missile rushing to him in a blink of a second, he along with Mr. McGlen are resting in peace. The whole battlefield is full smoke and blood. The bodies were fallen apart. For a moment of time, everything was silence, filled with pain and dead ones. The soldiers are taking shelter from the air strike; they are looking bad, very bad. The fighter jets have left, the smoke is setting slowly.

      Far from the distance, there is a loud siren; the soldiers are re grouping, preparing for another strike. “a mi mando(on my command)” the captain shouted. The soldiers have taken their positions. The rifles were loded, fingers on the trigger, aiming at the unknown targets, waiting for the commander to say that one word, “FIRE” the commander ordered. The bullets were set loose, to do what they were meant to made. The enemy soldiers were hit; they were unable to strike back. The loads of bullets are hitting them again and again, the dead were dead again. A continuous firing is going on. The soldiers were firing at then until they confirm that they are dead. They are heading towards the enemy camps.

     “Bardrik, look your back” Andrin guiding him in the camp. The soldiers were looking for the living ones, and killing. Both Bardrik and Andrin reached the end of the left wing of the camp. It is a shady place, at a sudden, a soldier attacked Bardick with a knife, and Andrin caught him and pushed him away. The soldier is in his early twenties, covered with blood and anger. Looking nervously at Bardrik, he again tried to strike him; Andrin cleverly rushed him and pushed his sword in the soldier stomach tearing it. He has fallen.  Frustrated Bardrik, poked the dead soldier multiple times with his sword. Andrin stopping him and holding, “se acabo(it’s all over), calm down, calm yourself, it’s done. He is dead”. Andrin closed the eyes of the dead soldier, taking his name badge. “BENDICT M, his name, take the locket” Andrin handed the locket to Bardrik. “Thanks man, you saved me, I owe you” bardrik replied. Patting Bardrik, Andrin left to the camp.

     The captain, on the phone, “we won Scarland, yes sir. Waiting for your orders”. The captain, put down the phone, he murmured with his fellows and asked to set the camps and take rest. The camps were raised. The soldiers were singing and dancing. Andrin sitting alone, feeling sad. Bardrik with two mugs of wine in his hands, walking to him. Placing the mugs on the table, “hey man, why are you alone” Bardrik asked. Adjusting his throat, “ha… nothing, just today’s thing, not getting out of me, hurting me” Andrin replied. Sipping the wine, “we have done that all the time, we left home, what is new in this” asked Bardrik. “He is young, he is of my son’s age” replied Andrin. “I got you my friend, there is a thing to say, it is our last drink in this camp and we hopefully won’t get it again, as we leave tomorrow,” Bradrik told. Confusingly Andrin question him "why?" “Listen to the captain” Bradrik replied. “Soldiers pack your bags the Great War has come to an end, we are returning to our home,” the captain announced.

     The next morning, Bradrik and Andrin left the camp to get back to their camps. Both Andrin and Bradrik are close friends for ten years, when they joined forces. “So what now?” asked Bradrik. “Go find a job, the war is over. I want to start a small family business with the money I get, hoping my son completed his graduation, we start a small agro based corporation, like making butter and cheese, selling milk and wheat you know it; a small one, we work in the farm he checks the accounts and make a peaceful living. I am done with this,” told Andrin. “Big plans right from here, hope you fulfill them. I reached my turning point, I will move from here alone, write me. Good luck” Bradrik hugged Andrin and left.

       Andrin, dreaming his future with his family started walking. After a long journey, he reached home. His wife surprised to see him, hugged him. His father started crying his mother prayed the god for safe return for his son. His wife laughingly told, “It sounds like a joke if you say, you fought for your country because we are no more belongs to Northlands, we are The New Republic of Reign, to whom you fought against”. “I had” in tears Andrin replied. “Where is my son?” Andrin asked. “ he joined the forces, as his father did, he will be returning home soon as you had, wait let me get your sons photo, moreover he is no more your ALLY, look at your son BENDICT, his office name” his father showing him the photo. As Andrin looked at the photo, he has fallen, as he is the BENDICT, he had met in battlefield.

BY:

KSVK