#DailyPrompt: Pride and Joy

What’s your most prize possession?

IK 1813

He could not understand those youngsters glorifying a past which was alien to them: how could they know? How could they even understand what it had been like?

He could tell them, but he doubted they would listen. So they marched in the streets of still peaceful cities, ignorant, holding flags and symbols whose meaning they could not guess at: like a herd of sheep.

But, he, the ghost, the dead warrior, the one who knew and remembered, just held the small cross, hidden tightly under his poor shirt: the small cross he had won, still a boy, confused and lost, in the ice, the snow, alone still living, far away, surrounded by his dead comrades.

Yes, he’d understood the victors then, the just ones,  the real heroes, the ones who alone deserved to win. So, as he, a mere shadow, walked the streets of Berlin, once again united, he held the cross against his meagre chest, his tears unseen.

#FiveSentenceFiction: Conquer

Stempunk Divas The battle cruiser Aurora, of the Holy Socialist Galactic Alliance (HSGA), skipper Commander Lara Maiakovski, 23, Order of Lenin, Galactic Cross of Valour, Iron Cross with Palms, captured the little craft off the shores of Betelgeuse. Commander Maiakovski – the Angel of the Black Star, as she was known in the Fleet – called her first Lieutenant to join her: Olga Braun teleported within seconds, her blond hair a pretty halo surrounding the elvin face, saluted and summarised: “Sister Commander: it’s old, very primitive but exquisitely built, the name is ‘Voyager’, it appears to have travelled from the edge of the old galaxy, from a remote system called Sol, it’s also safe and contains a crude but informative record of who they were.” Maiakovski pondered and asked with a smile: “Do we know when it was launched?” There was some hesitation, but Lieutenant Braun, 22, Purple Heart, Iron Cross, quickly recovered her composure: “There is a puzzle, Sister Commander, we dated the craft to HSGAE −3077, but this does not give Voyager time to reach us… Unless it used hyperspace…” Suggested reading: http://voyager.jpl.nasa.gov/ http://science.time.com/2013/03/20/humanity-leaves-the-solar-system-35-years-later-voyager-offically-exits-the-heliosphere/ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voyager_1 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radioisotope_thermoelectric_generator http://voyager.jpl.nasa.gov/spacecraft/spacecraftlife.html http://www.popularmechanics.com/science/space/deep/how-much-longer-will-we-talk-to-the-voyagers-11479518

#FiveSentenceFiction: Abandoned

 It was night and it was winter, but I wanted to see the place, our place, once again.

So, alone, I followed the long road, lined with so many memories of you, of us, of time past, of dreams lost.

I found the old house, the air was frosty, there was no sound as I open the door, no ghost to welcome me.

I looked up, and through the mists of time I tried to see you, as you came down those stairs, a last time, so beautiful you were, and how close the war was to us then…

But I only see the ruins, the faded colours, and the faded halo of the gas light: there are replacing the street lamps in Berlin.

 

#AtoZChallenge: April 18 – P is for Panzer

The year is 1942. At night he sleeps under his tank, wrapped in a light blanket. But then it is still only autumn. In the morning he washes in cold icy water, polishes his boots, oils his Mauser, and talks to his men, before they resume their journey, further East.

They worship him. He is a decorated hero, and hates the thugs who rule his country, and have sent them all to war, in this immensity. Yet he is a member of an elite caste: an officer, a knight. He wears his iron cross with pride, as his father has done before him.

He looks at the map. Only 100km from Stalingrad.

A prisoner of war, after Paulus’ s surrender, he will die in Siberia, of cold and starvation.

So doomed knights fade into the night.

General Friedrich Paulus, commander of the Ger...
General Friedrich Paulus, commander of the German Sixth Army (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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