Post by Hilda ("Hildy") on Nov 29, 2012 0:57:15 GMT
Country: France
Current Time: 16:31 (Military Time) - 1939
Weather Conditions: Windy, with a moderate temperature that is otherwise colder than normal; approaching freezing point in temperature
Current Time: 16:31 (Military Time) - 1939
Weather Conditions: Windy, with a moderate temperature that is otherwise colder than normal; approaching freezing point in temperature
All men did die. All men did serve. "Men" was not a term limited to the male or female sex; all humankind, weak or strong, great or small, served a purpose. Sometimes, the purpose was to wander aimlessly, providing cheap entertainment by juggling for spare coin. Sometimes, a war was called, and soldiers went away to fight endless sieges on endless battlefields. Both soldier and juggler would die, and sometimes, they'd both be on the biting end of a bullet.
All men must die. All men must serve.
The coin of death flipped endlessly, one end or the other picked on who lived or died. Then when that coin was done flipping, it was placed in the eye of the dead to keep them shut. When that eye was covered, then another coin was whipped out, and a third stuck in the mouth so Charon was well-paid.
All men must serve. All men must die.
She flipped her last coin a final time, then snatched out of thin air. Looking upon the people of Dunkirk, the grating call of the newsboy was distant in her ears. Hilda frowned, distantly looking, seemingly trying to focus on a horizon shrouded by buildings and smoke. War stirred on the air, though she didn't know it, and she did not care.
A year from then, Dunkirk would fall, but for then, all was peaceful. Mostly.
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