There's a lonely soldier sat upon the huge rock with M16 in his hand. He could hear the artillery in the distance, and all around him, he could see the signs of war. His heart tremble and full of worry.
He remembered dragging two of his comrades to shelter. Without regard for himself, he remembered crying out to Jesus to please save his friends.
He remembered being hit during that struggle, yet he felt no pain. He thanked God. Not for not feeling pain, but that he was to help save his two friends. He remembered the medics right there to help them.
He remembered much more, too. He remembered sitting on a bridge, dangling a worm in the water with his bamboo pole and being delighted when a fish would nibble at the bait.
He remembered the Caramel Sundae and fried potatoes with gravy from McDonalds. Surely, they had to be the best in the county! It's his favorite food to eat.
He remember Princess, Oh, his loving sister thatt he always cuddled it and play for her in thier backyards.
With more sadness, he remembered His Special Someone. Oh, the walks they would take, and the talks they would talk. He was sweet on her, and there was no doubt for anyone. She used to even sit with him, happily. More than once, she'd come to a snacks and couldn't get enough of that, sundae, fried potatoes and gravy.
Another shell burst overhead, and with tears in his eyes over the remembrance, the man looked up. It was like a rainbow of color. He thought, "Isn't a rainbow supposed to mean something?"
At that moment, an old Sergeant walked up. It was clear that he'd been through too many battles, and he wore the sadness in the wrinkles on his cheeks. Yet, when he spoke, his words were soft, comforting, and calm.
"It is time to go, my son," he said, scarcely above a whisper, yet seeming to drown out the sound of the artillery fire.
"Go where, Sergeant?" the man asked as he struggled to his feet.
"Trust in me," the Sergeant said, leading the way.
The soldier did as he was ordered, and was quickly amazed as the sounds of combat faded, and the night gave way to brightness. It was more than brightness.
By the time the sound of fighting was left in the past, there were butterflies and flowers. All was incredibly beautiful.
Abruptly, the Sergeant stopped and turned to the soldier, in the middle of a beautiful clearing.
"From now on, this will be your home," the Sergeant said.
"With respect sir, what about the men? What about the fight?" the young man asked. The Sergeant smiled, and it seemed to make the wrinkles disappear.
"Some of your friends will be joining you soon. Others will join later. But your fight is over, and you won the biggest fight of all!"
The man could only look at the Sergeant. Then the Sergeant held out a hand and said, "Behold, our general."
The man turned, and what he saw, caused him to drop to his knees, as up strode Jesus, the Christ.
Jesus got on his knees to look at the man in his eyes, rather than asking him to arise.
"Your battle was a victory and a loss, my child. Your body didn't survive it, but your comrades did, thanks to you. My father has said that he who believes in me shall not perish, but will have everlasting life. I personally thank you for helping God's children."
With that, Jesus arose, turned, and strode away from the awe stricken soldier. The Sergeant was right there to help him to his feet, and began guiding him to one side of the glade.
"Where are you taking me, Sergeant?" the man asked, being in the presence of the lord.
"Please call me by my name, Gabrielle. And you will see soon enough," the sergeant said.
On the edge of the meadow was a little stream, and on the banks, waiting, was Princess! Beside her was his favorite pole bolo he'd used for so many years. His teardrops fell without shame as he rushed to her, clutched her to his chest, and at last, he knew that he was really home.
The story comes from the author's imagination. Hope you like it
He remembered dragging two of his comrades to shelter. Without regard for himself, he remembered crying out to Jesus to please save his friends.He remembered being hit during that struggle, yet he felt no pain. He thanked God. Not for not feeling pain, but that he was to help save his two friends. He remembered the medics right there to help them.
He remembered much more, too. He remembered sitting on a bridge, dangling a worm in the water with his bamboo pole and being delighted when a fish would nibble at the bait.
He remembered the Caramel Sundae and fried potatoes with gravy from McDonalds. Surely, they had to be the best in the county! It's his favorite food to eat.He remember Princess, Oh, his loving sister thatt he always cuddled it and play for her in thier backyards.
With more sadness, he remembered His Special Someone. Oh, the walks they would take, and the talks they would talk. He was sweet on her, and there was no doubt for anyone. She used to even sit with him, happily. More than once, she'd come to a snacks and couldn't get enough of that, sundae, fried potatoes and gravy.
Another shell burst overhead, and with tears in his eyes over the remembrance, the man looked up. It was like a rainbow of color. He thought, "Isn't a rainbow supposed to mean something?"
At that moment, an old Sergeant walked up. It was clear that he'd been through too many battles, and he wore the sadness in the wrinkles on his cheeks. Yet, when he spoke, his words were soft, comforting, and calm.
"It is time to go, my son," he said, scarcely above a whisper, yet seeming to drown out the sound of the artillery fire.
"Go where, Sergeant?" the man asked as he struggled to his feet.
"Trust in me," the Sergeant said, leading the way.
The soldier did as he was ordered, and was quickly amazed as the sounds of combat faded, and the night gave way to brightness. It was more than brightness.
By the time the sound of fighting was left in the past, there were butterflies and flowers. All was incredibly beautiful.
Abruptly, the Sergeant stopped and turned to the soldier, in the middle of a beautiful clearing.
"From now on, this will be your home," the Sergeant said.
"With respect sir, what about the men? What about the fight?" the young man asked. The Sergeant smiled, and it seemed to make the wrinkles disappear.
"Some of your friends will be joining you soon. Others will join later. But your fight is over, and you won the biggest fight of all!"
The man could only look at the Sergeant. Then the Sergeant held out a hand and said, "Behold, our general."
The man turned, and what he saw, caused him to drop to his knees, as up strode Jesus, the Christ.
Jesus got on his knees to look at the man in his eyes, rather than asking him to arise.
"Your battle was a victory and a loss, my child. Your body didn't survive it, but your comrades did, thanks to you. My father has said that he who believes in me shall not perish, but will have everlasting life. I personally thank you for helping God's children."
With that, Jesus arose, turned, and strode away from the awe stricken soldier. The Sergeant was right there to help him to his feet, and began guiding him to one side of the glade.
"Where are you taking me, Sergeant?" the man asked, being in the presence of the lord.
"Please call me by my name, Gabrielle. And you will see soon enough," the sergeant said.
On the edge of the meadow was a little stream, and on the banks, waiting, was Princess! Beside her was his favorite pole bolo he'd used for so many years. His teardrops fell without shame as he rushed to her, clutched her to his chest, and at last, he knew that he was really home.
The story comes from the author's imagination. Hope you like it
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