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|Alien Army (standard:Fan Fiction, 1101 words)|
|Author: Juggernaut||Added: Jul 22 2014||Views/Reads: 977/660||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Salvation army members were confused for an alien army force in a rural town.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story the railway station was one of the only two busy main roads in town with shops and restaurants on either side. On reaching the train station, they decided to walk over the tracks rather than take the overbridge. On other side of the tracks, the road suddenly turned into a narrow dirt lane with open sewer drains on either side. Juggernaut felt funny walking alongside Murali. Every time Murali took a step forward, his knee joint buckled down as if he has loose joints; he took long strides, swinging his skinny hands back and forth too far from his body, giving an appearance as if his limbs took lead over the rest of his body while walking. On reaching a large yard with open gates next to the church, Murali stopped across the gates. A large signboard in the shape of an arc connecting the two sides of the entrance read Salvation Army , boldly written with large letters. There was nobody inside visible from the open yard or on the veranda of the long old masonry building. “Last evening I saw the soldiers standing in the yard,” said Murali, looking into the yard. Neither Murali nor Juggernaut ventured into the yard. “Salvation Army doesn't sound like an invading army to me.” Juggernaut was not sure what Salvation Army meant. “The people I saw last evening were in black army uniform with hats.” Murali was still looking into the property. Juggernaut turned back without taking any chances of entering the Salvation Army yard, not knowing the unknown risks. Several days after visiting the Salvation Army site across the railway tracks, while Juggernaut and Murali were strolling on the main road, Murali suddenly pointed toward few people in uniform buying fruits from a roadside vendor. “Look at the soldiers in the uniform I was talking about,” shouted Murali. Juggernaut walked cautiously along with Murali toward their direction. The three men and two women were foreigners in black uniform and military-style hats, a red band on the arm and around the rim of their hat with a bold letter S . They appear to be making a friendly conversation with the vendor. “Those soldiers can't be an invading force,” said Juggernaut, standing not too far from the soldiers. “I am not sure,” replied Murali, looking at them in a strange way. “If these soldiers came here as spies, why were they walking in public in uniforms? Don't you think they should wear regular clothes?” Juggernaut expressed serious doubts. “They look different no matter what they wear anyway.” Murali made an important observation. “They look like soldiers making a friendly visit than spies or part of an invading force to me. Besides, the word salvation doesn't sound regular army to me.” Juggernaut walked past the people in uniform with Murali. The incident took over five decades ago. Now living in the United States, every time Juggernaut comes across Bell Ringers, the members of Salvation Army in black uniform collecting donations on the roadside or near shops— particularly during festive season—his memory goes back to the incident that took place decades ago when his friend Murali confused visiting Salvation Army members in uniform to an alien-invading force. Tweet
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