part two
2012-02-13 @ 23:39:50
Part two (explication)
1.
Somewhere, but very closes the soldiers were getting ready to the fight. The barracks consisted of two identical oval buildings, linked together by a long corridor.
The most important this corridor was a common way outside of both buildings together. Because of the shape of the buildings they were called “the first oval headquarter” and “the second oval headquarter”.
Where the soldiers found there? Nobody has never known. However, it was known, that who has gone to fight –never come back. Never.
This doesn’t means that anyone was afraid to go to fight. They haven’t known “afraid”. Everyone was waiting his whole life for this most important battle.
The soldiers didn’t have a time for thinking about the past and future. The most important was: “here” and “now”. If the red bulb light on, they’ll have be ready. They’ll must be ready. Who had not been ready for fight, didn’t survive.
The life in the barracks for a people who doesn’t know a soldiers life, was really cruel. It happened the whole army marched into the certain death. They died in a hostile environment; or wandered in the jungle, or were washed away by acid-rain… Sometimes the soldier were captured. Death in captivity was a disgrace for a soldier. So, nobody wanted to die. They were unimaginable crowded in the strange room with flexible walls without windows or doors and died in huge agony. They died with a sense of betrayal.
It was really the betrayal!
The soldier who won the battle - the history of this barracks knew only one brave soldier – accessed of honors and passed into a human-history for ever. He called: “The Chosen One of the Stars”. He could relax and listen the beating of the drum for his honor for days.
I wont run out into the future so far.
2.
McGregor was a well-trained soldier. All exams he passed as pupil of the both ovals building.
He was sitting on the threshold of the armory and meditating about of the meaning of existence when the roar of sirens stopped it. Everywhere it was heard the voice calling for the mobilization in the barracks. He as acted as an automaton and worked like a machine.
McGregor ran toward the codes-room to take with the RN-codes. Without them he would be treated as an intruder. Immediately he reported to the output gate. At the gate there was an indescribable crowd.
At the moment the gate has opened and crowded army was thrown outside with great power.
McGregor didn’t look back. This was intuitive. Watching the back, at best, could end up vomiting. When he was already far away from the sluice, he slowed.
However the truck before him was quite far yet.
Suddenly someone asked him about the codes. He was prepared; showed the codes and could go ahead.
When he had spotted a group of soldiers behind him hastened. McGregor arrived at the fort as first. He stopped for the moment and calculated the time of his amazing trip. It continuously for 9,5 hours. The important things was before him.
Citadel.
There has never been anyone inside the citadel, and the citadel has never won. McGregor has never heard and never spoken about the inside of the fort. Fortress had no doors and no windows. The way into the interior he had to forge by a spear only. He priced all the next hour frantically. At last he did a hole in the wall. The soldier went inside. He had matched the codes then he opened the keys-cabinet. McGregor took the keys. He matched the key to the door of only one room in the fortress. There was a big mirror in the room. Everything he has seen happened doubled.
He didn’t understand where were the honors? Where was a drum in his honor?
In the mirror appeared the very next door He opened its and went into the second room. There were four mirrors in the second room and four new doors. Every door he had to open. Opening the each next door has doubled the quantity of rooms. It was a really hard work.
McGregor has worked since two months with any breaks but the very next day he noticed, that each opening of new rooms, multiplied their quantity in geometrical progression.
At some point, he has even scared of what he did? He wanted go back, but it was too late and he has opened too many rooms. Everywhere he moved, he had to open and double the space. He has lost control over this. McGregor had to accept it. No another way.
Some day he found a time for relaxing. He lay comfortably and opened eyes. Probably for first time. There was dark around. He felt a slight wobble and heard a quiet drum sound. At last! Thanks of the Lord! He was waiting for long time… He was really happy for first time.
From that moment, every day after work, he was putting out and was swinging and listening the sound of the drum. He loved it.
But over the time there was getting tighter.
He couldn’t straighten his legs and hands. Each day it was getting worse and worse. Even the sound of the drum wasn’t reassured. At nights couldn’t sleep and he had already enough! He wanted to break free.
Then he reminded a hole in the wall of fortress…. The such anger sized him that he started scratching and kicking. The wall cracked at last, but the hole was too small. He kicked much harder than before.
Terrifying light and horrible cold covered his necked body. McGregor howled as loud as he could the most and felt close to death. His voice echoed on the white walls of the hospital.
- You have a son, sir!
- Sir? Do you hear me?
Trembling hands I cut off the connecting of my son and his mother by large scissors. In her eyes there was no already fear. She tenderly hugged our child and closed tired eyes. Known me gentle smile painted on her face.
I felt the tears on my cheek.
[to be continued...]
1.
Somewhere, but very closes the soldiers were getting ready to the fight. The barracks consisted of two identical oval buildings, linked together by a long corridor.
The most important this corridor was a common way outside of both buildings together. Because of the shape of the buildings they were called “the first oval headquarter” and “the second oval headquarter”.
Where the soldiers found there? Nobody has never known. However, it was known, that who has gone to fight –never come back. Never.
This doesn’t means that anyone was afraid to go to fight. They haven’t known “afraid”. Everyone was waiting his whole life for this most important battle.
The soldiers didn’t have a time for thinking about the past and future. The most important was: “here” and “now”. If the red bulb light on, they’ll have be ready. They’ll must be ready. Who had not been ready for fight, didn’t survive.
The life in the barracks for a people who doesn’t know a soldiers life, was really cruel. It happened the whole army marched into the certain death. They died in a hostile environment; or wandered in the jungle, or were washed away by acid-rain… Sometimes the soldier were captured. Death in captivity was a disgrace for a soldier. So, nobody wanted to die. They were unimaginable crowded in the strange room with flexible walls without windows or doors and died in huge agony. They died with a sense of betrayal.
It was really the betrayal!
The soldier who won the battle - the history of this barracks knew only one brave soldier – accessed of honors and passed into a human-history for ever. He called: “The Chosen One of the Stars”. He could relax and listen the beating of the drum for his honor for days.
I wont run out into the future so far.
2.
McGregor was a well-trained soldier. All exams he passed as pupil of the both ovals building.
He was sitting on the threshold of the armory and meditating about of the meaning of existence when the roar of sirens stopped it. Everywhere it was heard the voice calling for the mobilization in the barracks. He as acted as an automaton and worked like a machine.
McGregor ran toward the codes-room to take with the RN-codes. Without them he would be treated as an intruder. Immediately he reported to the output gate. At the gate there was an indescribable crowd.
At the moment the gate has opened and crowded army was thrown outside with great power.
McGregor didn’t look back. This was intuitive. Watching the back, at best, could end up vomiting. When he was already far away from the sluice, he slowed.
However the truck before him was quite far yet.
Suddenly someone asked him about the codes. He was prepared; showed the codes and could go ahead.
When he had spotted a group of soldiers behind him hastened. McGregor arrived at the fort as first. He stopped for the moment and calculated the time of his amazing trip. It continuously for 9,5 hours. The important things was before him.
Citadel.
There has never been anyone inside the citadel, and the citadel has never won. McGregor has never heard and never spoken about the inside of the fort. Fortress had no doors and no windows. The way into the interior he had to forge by a spear only. He priced all the next hour frantically. At last he did a hole in the wall. The soldier went inside. He had matched the codes then he opened the keys-cabinet. McGregor took the keys. He matched the key to the door of only one room in the fortress. There was a big mirror in the room. Everything he has seen happened doubled.
He didn’t understand where were the honors? Where was a drum in his honor?
In the mirror appeared the very next door He opened its and went into the second room. There were four mirrors in the second room and four new doors. Every door he had to open. Opening the each next door has doubled the quantity of rooms. It was a really hard work.
McGregor has worked since two months with any breaks but the very next day he noticed, that each opening of new rooms, multiplied their quantity in geometrical progression.
At some point, he has even scared of what he did? He wanted go back, but it was too late and he has opened too many rooms. Everywhere he moved, he had to open and double the space. He has lost control over this. McGregor had to accept it. No another way.
Some day he found a time for relaxing. He lay comfortably and opened eyes. Probably for first time. There was dark around. He felt a slight wobble and heard a quiet drum sound. At last! Thanks of the Lord! He was waiting for long time… He was really happy for first time.
From that moment, every day after work, he was putting out and was swinging and listening the sound of the drum. He loved it.
But over the time there was getting tighter.
He couldn’t straighten his legs and hands. Each day it was getting worse and worse. Even the sound of the drum wasn’t reassured. At nights couldn’t sleep and he had already enough! He wanted to break free.
Then he reminded a hole in the wall of fortress…. The such anger sized him that he started scratching and kicking. The wall cracked at last, but the hole was too small. He kicked much harder than before.
Terrifying light and horrible cold covered his necked body. McGregor howled as loud as he could the most and felt close to death. His voice echoed on the white walls of the hospital.
- You have a son, sir!
- Sir? Do you hear me?
Trembling hands I cut off the connecting of my son and his mother by large scissors. In her eyes there was no already fear. She tenderly hugged our child and closed tired eyes. Known me gentle smile painted on her face.
I felt the tears on my cheek.
[to be continued...]