The bashful sea soothed my weary soul like a comfort blanket, as salt settled on my tongue. I batted away the sensation of the battle worn beach. So many of my friends torn apart, but with so much to live for. Only yesterday he had his first pint of bitter, now he would never see his home again.
I’m a dead man inside, but at least I’m going home to my wife and three wee children. I picture their faces over my nightmares every single time I close my eyes.
Closer now, closer to home, closer to my family.
I promised I would talk to his mum – I kept on saying he would live, but his broken, battered, bones, wouldn’t have held his weight. As he closed his eyes, I said a silent prayer. I didn’t believe my own words, but that made no difference, he did.
Every Remembrance Day I try to recall all the Merchant Navy and Merchant Marine who never made it home. My father was fortunate in surviving two torpedo attacks, many of his shipmates didn’t.
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Dear Diane,
The perfect story for Veterans Day. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers with your touching piece. FYI I have added your link to the inLinkz page where you’ll find other stories for the prompt. https://fresh.inlinkz.com/party/19778b6b419d48a4821a4f071818b41d You are n. 29 in the squares.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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A timely story, lest we forget
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Poignant story on Veterans Day. Good job!
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It is a time when I feel guilty to be alive.
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It is a difficult time for many, I understand that.
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A fitting story for this time of mournful remembrance.Well done.
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Beautifully done, and very poignant.
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A power story of remembering. Love this.
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What a lovely write. Beautifully done.
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Powerful words.
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Well done.
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Powerful, evocative story. Well told.
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Thank you
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