War and History Poetry posted October 6, 2013 |
A short war story
The Quadriplegic
by tfawcus
He enlisted at sixteen,
trained for a few months and was sent to the trenches. His war lasted less than a day. When the order came to attack he was hit by friendly fire from behind. I saw him, fifty years later In a sunny corner of the ward, studying the racing pages from the comfort of his wheelchair. Against all the odds, he had eventually become good at picking a winner. |
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When working as a hospital porter some fifty years ago my duties included turning the patients to prevent bed sores. He was a heavy man with a surprisingly light spirit. He has continued to haunt my memory all these years. This was my first understanding of the reality of war.
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