On the Field of Battle - Part 4

On the Field of Battle - Part 4

A variety of short tales from the myriad battlefields past, present, future, factual or fanciful. Mankind doing what it seems to do so often, and oh, so very well.

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Nailed

Steve hurried back from the tent, the sound of battle ahead told him to get to his weapons and defend the camp. Rounding the corner of the street, he stopped short at the sight of two archers taking aim.
Unarmed, he raised his arms in surrender. - It did not matter.

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His Battle is Over

He had fought valiantly. The small group had held off thousands but the battle weary soldiers were horribly outnumbered and the archers were far beyond the reach of sword or spear.

__________________________________________________Final Thrust

The two men battled back and forth at the waters edge. Not even sure anymore what they had been sent to battle for, they had both essentially given up. Finally Andrew wrapped his arm around Mark and held him in place until he drove his sword into his chest all the way to the hilt. Mark shuddered with pain but gratefully surrendered to the sweet arms of death.

__________________________________________________Posing With Their Trophy

I watched the chase helplessly as the two sentries chased the lone intruder down the beach. Whether by intent or accident he had crossed the line of defended territory and there was no plea or forgiveness. Catching him, they knocked him to the ground and ordered him to surrender to them. Seeing me, the older man waved me over and asked me to take their picture. I agreed to do it, hoping they might let him go after the photo session was over. The terrified intruder lay face down in the sand, not knowing what they were going to do.

The older whispered something to the younger and he smiled and nodded back to him. I raised my camera preparing to take the picture. They placed their feet on the lad and smiled.
As I sighted in for the shot I was horrified at the agonizing scream as the sentry slowly drove his spear in through the young man's back until it could go no farther.

They held their pose until I clicked the shutter.

__________________________________________________Two to Die 1
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Some days are good and some days are bad but one thing is for certain, one day, sooner or later will be your last day alive. Ben was determined that he was going to win and he charged full on until Brett stumbled and fell backward. Seeing his chance to win he lunged at Brett, aiming for his midsection, fully expecting to drive his sword completely through.

The searing pain in his gut stopped the forward lunge. Ben let hold of his sword and grasped the blade in his gut. Backing up the blade sliced into his fingers and palms as it withdrew from his body but left a gaping, bleeding hole in his gut and another in his back. Staggering back he whirled around and toppled face first on the rocks, gasping for air for a short time before his end came.

__________________________Two to Die 2

Brett had been successful in stabbing his attacker but not in a way that he would have wanted.

Today was indeed his day to die as well.
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On the field of Battle - Part 1
On the field of Battle - Part 2
On the field of Battle - Part 3
On the Field of Battle - Part 4