The Story Continues (The Forever solider)

I stood on the grassy bank looking out upon the city.  Cairo.  The capital of Egypt.

There I stood.  I looked upon the city.  It was well-fortified.   I wondered if the leader had a plan up his sleeve.

“Hello.” Said a fellow soldier.

“Hello Russ.” I said to him.

He walked up and stood next to me as we looked upon the city.  Russ was a good man.  He was a skilled archer.

“Looks like we will be attacking Cairo today.”  Said Russ.

“Is that so?”  I asked.

“That’s what people think that Leader will order.”  Russ said.

More men arrived.  There were some men on horseback.  There were some men with spears and there were a few men with only axes.

I thought to myself, “We have many men but not enough to win this fight.”

 

(End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT, April 21)

The Forever Solider Continued

“How old are you?”

“I don’t know how old I am.”

“But How long have you been alive?”

“I don’t know my age but I have lived a long time.”

“You don’t look a day older than thirty.”

“I can’t remember the last time that I looked older.”

“So are you saying you are immortal?”

“I don’t think so.  I have been wounded in battle.  But when I was wounded in battle I would find a medic and they would heal me.”

“That is so odd.  Have you always been a solider?”

“As long as I can remember I have been a soldier.  I have been in many battles.”

“Like what?”

“I helped our Leader destroy the Egyptians.”

“Oh wow.”

“Yes.  They were not that advanced.  Our technology was ahead of theirs and we were able to defeat them.  But we did lose men in battle.”

“Do you always follow orders?”

“Of course I do.  I am a solider.”

“But what if you did not?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if you did not follow your orders?”

“The thought has never occurred to me.  The orders have always been followed.”

“You never put any thought into if you wanted to be a solider or not?”

“I am a solider.  Have you always been a civilian?”

 

(END OF ENTRY, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)  Monday April 17, 2017

The End Of The Small Town (Story)

It had been decided.

The people of Forevertown voted to end their time of being a town.

Forevertown only had 100 people who lived in it.

“All we have are streetlights.” Said one local man.

“We don’t have money for the police.” Said a local woman.

The denizens of Forevertown just did not see a reason to continue being a town.

The people of the town voted.  Of course, it was only about 12 people who showed up to vote.  In 10 days, Forevertown would no longer exist.  It would stop being a town.

A local man took time to talk to his wife.

“Well honey, it was good while it lasted.”

“You bet babe we had some really good years living here in Forevertown.”

“Yeah, well I guess I’ll send some of our money to our son.”

“Good idea babe.  Our son will appreciate it.  I guess he was thinking good when he decided to move to the city.”

“I reckon so.”

As some people walked into the local store to purchase some small goods there was a certain strange-ness that settled into the town denizens.

People were saying weird things to one another.

“I’ll see you at Church for our big ceremony.”  One lady said.

“I’ll need to write some letters for sure.”  Another woman said.

“I just can not believe this.” One man said.  His face appeared to be stunned.

One old woman walked into the small convenience store.  She looked at the older man working behind the counter.  “Well Jim, I been livin’ here in Forvertown for the past 50 years and I just can not believe that it’s going to end.”

Jim looked at her.  “Sometimes good things have to come to an end Jessica.”

Over the next few days in Forevertown, there were more letters sent off to different places than in the whole history of Forevertown.

The days went by.  People went about their lives.  Some of the couples had a little more intimacy and kind physicalness than they usually did.  People drank more alcohol than they usually did.

The 6th day came.  It was a Sunday.  Many members of Forevertown were at the service.

The pastor was powerful and commanding.  Many Forevertownians were on their knees and praying harder than they ever had.

“The Lord is a merciful one!  He has been watching you your whole life and he rewards those that have done well.  The Sinners will be punished!  We can never forget the powerful value of our beliefs!  The Lord can hear your prayers!  Talk to him!  Do not be stingy with your donation. Amen to all!”

Many people put $20 dollar bills in the collection plate (most usually put far less).

There were news story from other areas about Forevertown.

Local Town goes off the Map

Forevertown Ends

The Show is Over for the Small Town

(Those were the headlines)

The 9th day came.  People were friendlier than they have ever been.  People drank heavily. People gave their love.  People got very close together without any kind of protection.

Old man Jim crawled into bed with his wife, Debra.  The 10th day was soon upon them.

“Honey, I love you.”

“I love you too babe.”

They started to cry.  “I don’t want Forevertown to end!”

“Sorry honey.  Sometimes a town like this has to come to an end.”

They cried and cried and went to sleep.

The clock struck midnight.

 

It was midnight on the outskirts of town.  The bulldozers had arrived.  There was a Mapman with a map and he was ready to mark it.  The line of bulldozers had 20 (plenty for a small town).  There were men who stood on the bulldozer, they were called the “Lookers.”  The Mapman walked and made eye contact with all of the Lookers.  The Lookers looked at him and showed him their handguns.  They all cocked them and took off the safety.  Once the Mapman knew his team was ready, he gave the command.  “Let’s end this town.”

The Bulldozers moved forward with all of the Lookers on high alert.  Forevertown did not put up a fight; it knew its time was up.  There were only 4 gunshots needed.

After two hours of labor, the deed had been done.

The Mapman looked around and said, “Good job boys.  2:03AM.  Mission accomplished.”

All of Forevertown had been ended.  Including the people.

 

-End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT