|The Carnival of War (standard:adventure, 2005 words)|
|Author: Nathaniel MIller||Added: Oct 20 2019||Views/Reads: 179/100||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|In the dark days of WW2 when it starts a town has a carnival, not knowing of Pearl Harbor and the bombing to discover they were being shadowed by the new Enemy America faces for the next 4 years.|
The Carnival of War N.A Miller The lights of the carnival glowed brightly along the sea, reflecting back upon the still waters of the cove built adjacent to the shore where it was built in an open field. Orange lights of the Ferris-wheel could be seen brightly a half mile off shore, as well as the blue lights of the roller coaster, the various other lights, that blinked and sparkled, from the arcade and mezzanine area. These lights attracted the hordes of people to its gates, like the pied piper, on this cool, December evening, the sounds of joy, laughter, and mirth echoing the grounds and the gates. In addition to the sounds of music, merriment and mirth, the crowd in the lines could also smell the strong mixed scents of popcorn, cotton candy, and hotdogs. The very smells that make it enticing for the visitors, who now arrive here at the gates, despite what had happened twelve hours earlier in a far away state that brought the United States into a state of war. As it is the even of December the 7th 1941, and Pearl Harbor had been bombed at seven in the morning Hawaiian Time. The mayor of the town said the use of a carnival would be a great moral booster to the spirit of war, to ease the pain and suffering of those lost at the battle of Pearl, as well as civilians. It would take the mind off the questions that would follow now: What would start and hang in for the months to come now that the United States was at war. The music would sooth the aching agonizing beast within, bringing smiles to the faces of the people who gathered for the first day of this carnival that would be for the families and the troops that served in a time of war. Jack Johnson held the hand of his mother, as he walked along the path of the parking lot and as he walked he glanced up at her. He is seven years of age, tall for his age with brown hair, gray eyes, and a stocky build. He has a square jaw like his father and unusually large hands. His father is in the military right now, as war broke out against the Japanese Empire, and he had been with a group in the clock tower on the base that eliminated three zeros by trickery. They had been lured by two of our planes (that had finally got up) and the group in the tower, plus these planes turned the tables on the attacking force. “This way Jack...” His mother told him and he nodded, his gray eyes studying the beauty of his mom carefully when he sensed her worry. He peered at her long brown hair, and the butterfly pin, that was positioned in the center of the mass of hair. His eyes moved down to the simple baggy dress made of cotton, designed with simple striped pattern and she wore black pull on sandals. Her face was made up partially. She really didn't take the time to make herself up properly for a trip to the carnival where she would be seen in public. All he really knew is that his mom had not received a letter from dad lately, neither a check from him nether. She was visibly upset, and worried that something had happened to him while he served at Pearl during the attack. Jack followed his mother toward the lights and the gates where a line formed and the corny carnival music echoed the grounds as it played over the speakers located nearby. The boy managed a smile as performers approached, juggling balls, or balancing items on canes. Other people smiled and pointed, applauding or cheering as they passed them by. They paid for the tickets and stepped through the gates together. She smiled at the sight of the Ferris wheel that loomed above them, amidst the catwalks and rails of the roller coaster that surrounded it. Her gaze was transfixed on the wheel, and it was the tugging of the sleeve of her tunic, that made her shake her head and look down to smile at her son. The Ferris wheel had been the first place that she and her husband Jack, had been on when he proposed to her. “So what do you want to do first Jacky?” She asked, using the nickname for him that distinguished him from his father. The boy looked up at her in silence pointing silently at the roller coaster. His mom shook her head sarcastically. “Ohhh no...” She said, “Your father scared me on those. How bout the Ferris wheel instead honey? You are a bit small to go on that alone yet...” Click here to read the rest of this story (144 more lines)
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