Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
This week’s excellent photo by our brave leader, probably taken from his front doorstep, made me think immediately of a tale I first heard many, many years ago.
It is a soldier’s story, encompassing courage, humour and the tragedy of war.
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Click here to hear the story read aloud by the author:
Big Andy never wanted to be a soldier.
He was a nice big lad, but a bit slow, mentally and physically.
But when the invasion came he got drafted.
Much to everyone’s surprise he was found fit for service, and underwent basic training.
This broom handle is your best friend, he was told, it is the difference between life and death.
Most of the guys were upset, wanted real rifles, real bayonets, to train with.
Andy just concentrated, and practised hard.
Banga, banga, he would shout, pointing his wooden weapon, banga, banga!
When they got to close quarters, he screamed his war cry.
Inna, twista, out! Inna, twista, out!
He was the best shot, and by far the best with the bayonet in the whole company.
He loved the army!
When they finally faced the enemy he was not perturbed that he still carried only a broom handle.
He was afraid of nothing.
Banga, banga, he shouted, pointing his wooden weapon, banga, banga!
The enemy fell.
Inna, twista, out! Inna, twista, out! he bellowed, crushing hordes beneath his violent assault.
So when the end came it was unexpected.
Hearing a strange noise he turned, handle ready.
Charging towards him was a huge foe.
Tanka, tanka, tanka.