I looked on, believing strongly, intuitively, that I was right and that everything else would be made right as long as I continued to believe. His words, which had so carefully been aimed at my resolve, fell unheeded and I stood gracefully, unpierced by his denial. His eyes told the truth. My determination carrying me, my faith flowing through me, I was not surprised that he admitted what had already been made aware to me. The man before me, who radiated warmth and sincerity, told me, while I swallowed my own pride, that he doubted his heart at times. He confessed that he had loved before, yet questioned the purity of his emotions. Not in so many words, he had supported my insight with his disclosure. I imagine that a certain amount of detachment was necessary in order for him to maintain his own resolve.His decision not to fall in love so easily.
I understand the need to protect one's self from falling too hard, but failing to jump, or even to step at all, can be an oversight. In any case, with great creedence I embraced the infinate nature of man.
He told me to hold out my hand and when I did he placed a shiny quarter in my palm. Its metallic sheen sparkled as it caught and cast the sun's glow over the surface of the waiting water. My wish was immersed and held, treasured by the inviting fountain as my friend,open to the possibility of being honest,was cherished by my heart and my soul. When the time came for us to part, I hugged him. I smiled,imagining he could hear me say "I love you.".
It has just been an innocent trip into the island's port city to do some souvenir shopping. Not for herself of course, she worked on the boat, but for her niece Cheryl, who was seriously ill and would probably never travel again. As she walked down the dirt path to the little booth where she knew she would get a fair price, Monique was stopped by the usual assortment of island children, puting their small brown hands into her pockets and asking for change or candy. They found the coins she had left in her pockets for that purpose and she smiled as she handed out the little pieces of chocolate she had armed herself with. When her pockets were empty, and the chocolates gone, they left. Monique looked around her and realized that the children had taken her off course. She didn't recognize a single landmark. And the men standing in the doorway across the way didn't look too friendly. She felt someone touch her elbow and whirled around, ready to defend herself and found herself ! looking into deep blue eyes of friendship. Or at least, she hoped they were.
She was a small and scared girl back then, no more then seventeen years of age. She never really wanted to come to Greece, but then again no one had asked of her opinion. No one ever did. It wasn't by choice that she was now the servant and even lover of the glorious Sir Jon Underhand of Kingsbridge. She had been given to him a few years earlier by her treacherouse parents. They had never cared for Monique, she had been a burdonsome accident. It was probably the best stroke of luck for them when they found that Sir Jon had taken favor of her. Monique had been to poor to marry him but he was much to eager to arrange for her to live in his castle and become his pet. So it were her nightly connections with the Earl of Kingsbridge that bought her the the ticket on the Pacific Princess.
Years ago they had stood in the same spot, holding hands just as they did now. Back then they were free to do anything they
wished, they were free to love. Now everything was changed, the world was miserable and thier hearts were hardened by it.
Thier love was not the same anymore, they had grown appart. Never the less they cherished thier last happy moments together
as the hot sun began to set much too quickly.
Phillipe walked into the main tent and saw many men around a model of the battlefield. "Ah, General Sucre, glad you could join us" said Colonel Migre.
"This is no time for welcomes" said Phillipe, "the fact of the matter is we are losing down there and when not if gentlemen they get through us there will be no one to stop them from invading the Capitol. Now we need to us what little men and resources we have left to hold them off until we can communicate with the main forces."
"Well Phillipe that would be easier said then done, you see our communications are completely down on both sides of the battle." said a man standing in the back of the room.
"And who might I ask are you?" Phillipe asked.
"Well sir, I'm the communications technician." The man said with a little bit of pride in his voice.
"Then there is only one thing left to do," Phillipe said, "I will take some men and we will ride into the city while you hold the Italians off."
"Phillipe that would work but as you know we don't have one man to spare." said Colonel Migre.
"Then," Phillipe said, "I must go alone."
Suddenly there was an uproar of voices, everyone speaking their disapproval of one of their best defense coordinators being absent when they were at their worst.
Colonel Migre spoke up, "Phillipe, I trust you with my life and if you believe this is the only way then this is the only way."
During the next hour Phillipe's jeep was loaded with everything that could possibly be needed in any condition. Phillipe got into the jeep and started it up. He turned and looked at the distressed looks everyone had and he suddenly felt a spark of doubt but quickly buried it down inside him. He put the car in gear and pushed the gas. It should only take him 2 hours to get into civilization again.
As he drove off the fear of doubt that he wouldn't make it came back but this time he couldn't lose it. The first hour was uneventful as expected, then Phillipe heard something to his left. He glanced over and saw a man carrying a gun and wearing an Italian uniform. They had already crossed the line. Phillipe's worst fear suddenly came true. It wasn't long before he was noticed. The man aimed his gun and began to fire. Phillipe unholstered his pistol and one hand on the wheel and the other holding the gun he began to fire. His first two shots missed but the third hit. The man fell to the ground with a gunshot to the head. Phillipe did not have a silencer and neither did the other man, more men began to come. Phillipe fired of some more shots but was not as lucky, they all missed.
Phillipe popped the clutch into gear and pushed the gas to floor. He was about 15 miles out from the city. He would make it before the men and would warn them. More bullets were fired so Phillipe ducked down. The men were almost out of sight and Phillipe Would soon be in the city. A shot was fired and it hit Phillipe in the back, then a second shot was heard and Phillipe was hit in the back of the neck. The car swerved to the side of the road and it was hard for Phillipe to breath. He knew he was close enough to the city to use the radio but when he tried he couldn't speak. The pain was excruciating he would have to send the message in Morse code. He tapped in simply "enemy coming fast." He heard the enemy men coming toward to finish him off. Phillipe wondered how he could slow them down, then he knew. He reached for his vest and pulled off a grenade, he pulled the pen and when the men were at his jeep he released it. A giant explosion went off and all the men were killed including Phillipe.
The war was later resolved before the U.S. ever entered. This will be known as the Eastern War in history books and Phillipe's name will be mentioned. He was known as the Paul Revere of the 20th century. This was not the last war or the first, but it was a war that brought peace between two Nations.
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