Post by cymraeg123 on Dec 15, 2008 22:04:41 GMT
Location:Wales, In a Graveyard
Weather:Light drizzle
Time:1200:17/12
News had got back from the front line a few days before that Staff Sergeant Rhys Bevan was dead. His brother-David was upset immensely and had started crying as soon as he had heard the news.
Rhodri was his cousin but for one reason or another they had never been to close. They were more acquaintances than anything else. They were on decent speaking terms but they never really had time to see each other. One of them was always away either fighting or visiting their family.
Rhodri had however helped to pay for the funeral as had many others who had known him and even some that didn't. He had also agreed to give the sermon. Which he had done a few times back at his chapel in South Wales but never at a funeral. He did know the things he was going to say, he thought he did anyway. But nevertheless it was free and the Bevan's were grateful for what little financial help they could get during these sad times.
Rhodri could see scores of people assembled and all dressed in either black or an army uniform. If they were in uniform they were standing to attention and saluting in the light rain. There were ladies in veiled hats with ornate decorations on the hat, others were wearing simple hats that wer not decorated at all. They were all wearing similar black dresses and had similar handbags.
The men were all wearing black suits if they were not part of the army parade and were again wearing uncannilly similar suits. It was strange being here again. He had been here before to bury his grandfather whose grave was almost directly in front of the if you kept walking for a few hundred yards.
The assembled people were all quite quiet. There was no laughter and there were a few people crying. The conversations were dull and repetitive. Each person trying to say as little as possible so as not to break out in tears as they had done so many times previously. Others were not laughing or crying out of respect and were not even saying anything.
Rhodri looked around and then opened his bible. He raised his hand for silence. The assembly began to obey.
'Welcome everyone to this sad event,'he started,'We are here to remember the Brave soldier Staff Sergeant Rhys Bevan...'
Weather:Light drizzle
Time:1200:17/12
News had got back from the front line a few days before that Staff Sergeant Rhys Bevan was dead. His brother-David was upset immensely and had started crying as soon as he had heard the news.
Rhodri was his cousin but for one reason or another they had never been to close. They were more acquaintances than anything else. They were on decent speaking terms but they never really had time to see each other. One of them was always away either fighting or visiting their family.
Rhodri had however helped to pay for the funeral as had many others who had known him and even some that didn't. He had also agreed to give the sermon. Which he had done a few times back at his chapel in South Wales but never at a funeral. He did know the things he was going to say, he thought he did anyway. But nevertheless it was free and the Bevan's were grateful for what little financial help they could get during these sad times.
Rhodri could see scores of people assembled and all dressed in either black or an army uniform. If they were in uniform they were standing to attention and saluting in the light rain. There were ladies in veiled hats with ornate decorations on the hat, others were wearing simple hats that wer not decorated at all. They were all wearing similar black dresses and had similar handbags.
The men were all wearing black suits if they were not part of the army parade and were again wearing uncannilly similar suits. It was strange being here again. He had been here before to bury his grandfather whose grave was almost directly in front of the if you kept walking for a few hundred yards.
The assembled people were all quite quiet. There was no laughter and there were a few people crying. The conversations were dull and repetitive. Each person trying to say as little as possible so as not to break out in tears as they had done so many times previously. Others were not laughing or crying out of respect and were not even saying anything.
Rhodri looked around and then opened his bible. He raised his hand for silence. The assembly began to obey.
'Welcome everyone to this sad event,'he started,'We are here to remember the Brave soldier Staff Sergeant Rhys Bevan...'
