761. Eleventh hour

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Word came through to Clayton Ormsby. The war would end at the eleventh hour tomorrow. He was in charge. He was a Captain in the army. No one in the field of action was higher than him.

“We’ll let it lie awhile,” he thought. “Shoot a couple more of the bastards first, and then I’ll say it’s over.”

21 thoughts on “761. Eleventh hour

  1. Cynthia Jobin

    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses row on row…..
    ………………………..short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
    Loved and were loved, an now we lie
    In Flanders fields…..

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thanks, Cynthia. When I was in Germany, years and years ago, I was shocked at the war memorials. My presumption – I kept thinking, “But they lost the war.” As if the loss of a loved one had anything to do with it…

      Reply

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