January 31, 2003
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For Angle one go here. Thanks Patrick, you always inspre me.
For Angle three go here. Good job Daniel, your great.
So there I was, the army was riding toward me shouting something about victory or some such crap. Heck it’s raining out there. You can't very well fight in the rain, I know this, I used to be one of those soldiers. Riding and stomping in the mud, no way for a soldier to do good killing in the mud. Now all I do is clean up after the horses, scoop poop, and feed the horses so they can poop some more. Now I have to pack the wagon and so I can go scoop poop somewhere else probably just as dreadful as this place. That sucks.
Time to start packing. Shovels here, shovels there, at least I ain’t got to clean the poop off of the shovels this time, one good point about the rain. I remember the days of battle, even in a cool rain the battle is hot. Hell even in snow battle is hot, the only cool part about a battle is the dead, oh so cool.
The women are picking flowers and putting them in their hair, while it looks nice it just doesn’t make much sense. All the flowers are going to do is wilt and die. Kinda like me, sure I put up a good fight in my day, but it doesn’t seem worth it anymore. My knees crackle, my belly’s big, my back hurts, my shoulders slump, I’m to old, I just feel like dieing. That’s why I like the winter, everything is dead, it reminds me of how I feel, somehow that is comforting to me.
Oh there’s the King, he’s the one who started this whole “we will be victorious with God crap” Yea sure mister “I’m the King, I’m the King”, sure give me some nice robes to ware, some carpet in my tent, yea that’d pump me up too. Maybe a couple nice ladies to serve me. There we go, get me some nice wine, no I hate the crap, I much rather prefer the ale, some nice ale, they could sit on my lap and we’d talk all nicety and stuff and . . .
Oh crap here he comes. Day dreaming when I should be packin. I remember when he was getting spankings for stealing pie. Now he thinks he knows it all, probably going to tell me his horse wasn’t saddled this morning. Well if he didn’t bloody rise two hours before the dawn to pray I would have had his saddle on his damn horse.
“What’s that sire? You say you need everyone in this battle if we are going to win? Yea right what makes you think that?”
“You mean He spoke to you like he did to your father? Your father was a good man, you really mean you really need me in the battle? Look at me, am old, fat, tired, when I get up in the morning I pop more then the blacksmiths hammer just before lunch”
“What do you mean where my faith? I suppose it’s at the other end of your horse. Ha!”
“Sorry you didn’t think that was funny, do you really mean I can be like I was then, strong, sturdy, and full of life again? All I got to do is have faith again? But how? It has been so long?”
“It starts with a decision and then the actions, and the feelings will follow. O.K. I will do it, I will try, if for no other reason then it seems the right thing to do.”
“No sire, I don’t need armor or sword, even though I ain’t used it in ages I always kept it in my wagon. I’ll catch up to you in an hour.”
Where’s my darn armor, I know I left it in the wagon, guess if I am fighting I don’t need the shovels anymore, oh there it is clear in the front under all the old straw. Humm, the armors a bit rusty, has some gaps on the side, leaves more room for my belly. The sword though, that was stored in oil rags, it is polished, sharp and ready to go. Now I just have to work my arm back into the swing of things. I suppose if the King is right it will come along pretty quickly.
The good thing about working with the horses is you can always pick and get a good one, ole Faithful over there, he’s been with my for a few years now, hasn’t had a rider in some time. Well might as well saddle him up and get to moving.
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Casey, I love it. I did mine part now too.
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