|The Days of War (standard:drama, 1590 words)|
|Author: stanley mcqueen kentucky backwoods writer||Added: May 14 2009||Views/Reads: 1690/1061||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|backwood man serves his country, coming home to find his parent dead and would have took his own life , but was saved by his brothers wife .. talking a evening walk in the woods|
Days of War It was evening when me and paw and little Lester was taking a rest after we had plowed corn grown all day, getting ready for the spring planting, paw was setting in a straight back chair that he had made himself, he has reared back against the big oak tree that stands in our small yard, Paw is the kind of fellow that don't like township, he told me and Lester that he needed room to breathe, I guess that is why we are living about four miles from the little township that is called Muddy Fork, paw worked this land out by the sweat of his brow, digging coal out the underground coal mine just about broke paw down, and he is a little crippled up and walks sort of strange like, guess you could say he limps a bit. He moved us from Virginia to Kentucky with enough money in his pocket to buy the hundred acres in the middle of nowhere really, we hardly see a soul out here in these woods, we cleared nearly ten acres of grown to grow corn on, and to raise us a garden , we don't go into Muddy fork but two times a year and that is to haul our corn crops to the rail head where it is loaded on a train and shipped to where ever the corn merchant see fit to send it.,. Paws” name is Frank and maws' is Mary and I am called Frankie after paw, and then my little brother who just turned fifteen last month this name is little Lester, our last name is Bishops, most of our relatives are up in Virginia where our roots started, paw said “he was glad to get out of Virginia because it was getting thicker settled and that he don't aim to stay were a heap of people are. Our shack was made out of logs it had four rooms paw is a good builder and is handy with building things, paw loves work better than anyone, and he is doing something all day as long as his eyes is seeing daylight, in the summer we have the corn crops to tend and they get weeds in them and we have use our goose neck hoe to chop weeds out of the corn, It sure get hot around about July and that when our work increases, maw she pitches in and help us with the hoeing she is like paw she is bound to be working at something all the time saved when she is sleeping. It was on Thursday that a man come riding to our place on a find horse. He come for a reason and that was to tell paw that I was old enough to be in the army and that a war had broke out and they the government was needing men to fight and me being nineteen years old that it put me in the spot to have to go fight to help the government out, paw told the man he needed me to help around the place and that Lester was too young yet to do much work, but the man said you have no choice , and it was the government that made then law that ever available man had to go if he was able to fight, I sure hated to leave my home and go to the army but paw rode me to the rail head and put me on a train that took me to be examined by some doctor that said I was fit to serve, from their I went and trained to fight at a training camp in Kentucky, after that I was shipped to a big ocean and loaded aboard a ship that took me to France and from there, to the war zone, the big rifle they give me was a good one I had learn to shoot a mouse eye out at three hundred yard, the enemy was them japs they had funny cut eyes and look to me a strange sort of folks, well I killed as many as I got my site on and they give me a shiny badge to wear on my breast , that really was not worth a thing, but just a speck of weight wearing it on the uniform they give to wear, paw and maw never could learn to read or write and I had no knowledge that they were ever alive or well or anything, , some of my army buddies lost their arms and legs and some lost their lives, it was to terrible to mention , by the time the war was over and I got to go home I found paw and mammy both had died by a fever that hit the mountain, and Lester was gone off somewhere and none of the folks around my home knew what had become of Lester after paw and maw had died, I was left with a hundred acres of paw land and some money that I had saved while I served by army time I hadn't come home to a pleasant thing, it was sad seeing the markers that were drove in the grown where maw and paw now laid and I set and cried over them , and never eat a bite of food for three days, because of the sadness of my heart, what was I going to do without my maw and paw, and why had I had to go and be separated without a notice that they had both passed on , life never seen fair at all , and I could see all those jap men faces that I had killed in my mind , they come back to haunt me at this awful time in my life, I was just about to put a hole in my brain to stop all this grief that had stricken me till I hear a voice from a distance , Mr. Bishop a voice said what are you about to do to yourself with that pistol aimed at you temple, I lowered the pistol and look to where the voice had come from , and it was a young pretty woman , with coal black hair she was pretty standing there in the sun light, who are you and where did you come from I asked”? 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