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The train slowly moved forward with a jarring
screech. The heat inside was stifling. It was the peak of summer
and the sun showed no mercy. A man with a scraggly beard sat by a
The train slowly moved forward with a jarring screech. The heat inside was stifling. It was the peak of summer and the sun showed no mercy. A man with a scraggly beard sat by a window covered with grime. He was squashed beside a rather large lady. She began telling him all about her grandchildren but stopped when she realized he wasnt listening. She turned her attention to the small family sitting before them and left him alone.
Nobody noticed him sometime later when a solitary tear made its way down his weather beaten cheek. Where is a man to go when all that binds him to this world is lost, when his very existence mocks at him?
Behind the misty eyes lay a man broken by fate. An old soldier who had dedicated it all to serving the motherland. He had seen terrible things. All that was left of his time in the army now were ghastly nightmares that woke him every day lying in a pool of his own sweat. Of course there was also a prosthetic leg that had to be attached when he lost his own to frostbite. That was when he had been dismissed as being unfit for service with a pension that was beyond pathetic. He had returned home looking forward to the warm embrace of his wife and the adoring eyes of his son whom he had never met. Instead, what greeted him was a family furious at him for never being part of their lives. His wife refused to share her home with him and his son refused to acknowledge him as his father.
He had pleaded with them for days. Relinquished what little dignity he had left. After a month of isolation had passed, he knew there was no hope left. With the little money left, he had bought a ticket for the earliest train that would take him away from this wretched place. He didnt care where he went.
The loud whistling of the engine startled him out of his reverie. The train was coming to a halt. The family in front had left. As the engine began chugging again, two young men dressed in camouflage entered the carriage. They sat across from him and waved out the window to some people gathered there to see them off.
The old man couldnt take his eyes off them. He had been just like them when he had begun what he now thought of, as his path of destruction. He wanted to shake them by the shoulder and order them off the train. There was no glory in being a soldier. Only pain and more pain.
The two troopers began talk of their new assignments. Their glowing eyes held nothing but excitement and pride. Here they were, carefree. Young fledglings on their first flight. Memories of his time with his fellow soldiers came storming back. He had seen courage beyond measure. Shared a good many laughs over steamy cups of watered down coffee as they sheltered from the harsh weather. He had truly lived once, seen the world at its very extremes, touched the horizon. It suddenly hit him that he had nothing to regret. The two men across him stopped their little chat to see an old man smiling at them. They smiled back in unison.