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).
I must confess that my story today is influenced more by the date than by Al’s clever photo.
I make no apology for this.
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It has been a long, hard road.
We signed up together, Jock and me, way back in 1914.
We grew up in the same district of Glasgow, Toonheid, that’s Townhead to you, and we always stuck together.
I got shot at Ypres and Jock carried me out of the mud.
He got hit at the Somme, and I dragged him back through the corpses.
We lived a nightmare for four years, but finally we started to move east, towards Germany.
The rumours were becoming more credible, we were told the Austrians and Hungarians had surrendered.
We knew the fighting was nearly over.
I’ll never forget the date.
November 10th, 1918.
We were camped by a small river.
It was a cold, clear night.
I started a tune on my harmonica, then Jock stood and joined in with his deep baritone.
Maxwelton braes are bonnie, Where early falls the dew, And it was there that Annie Laurie, Gave me her promise true…
It was the last shot I heard fired in anger, and it startled all of us.
Except Jock, of course.
He never heard it.