fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Author is of that type accused more ready to help a stranger than his best friend, hence he must rely on the kindness of Strangers today. Ours sins haunt us from afar. Christians without a clue.
It's so difficult to kick the children out of the nest and let them fend for themselves. Will they come to understand that life is not a free ride and no one cares if you eat today or freeze tonight?
Two philosophers who hated each other argued endlessly over how to care for a family and the role of the individual toward the State, their country. Which is the higher duty, the Father to the family or the Father to the State?
Two philosopher, German of course, Hegel and Schopenhauer, and way back when wrote and wrote about Duty, honor, and War; this Memorial Day as we fret over who to put first Family or country we republish something we wrote elsewhere, " Patriots in the Ready".
"Patriots in the ready" is about some inmates of the asylum who were recruited to save their country when no one else was available.
Memorial Day 2015, ever vigilant for those we Love we wait left wondering about the whys, and how's of life.
Meanwhile author worries tonight about old friends and vanished family sick in Hospital.
Everybody knows this is nowhere.- Carry on, carry on;- the inmates have left the asylum.
"Patriots in the Ready" a story about the noble Country of Turkey. A story about personal problems and Public duty to Country. Life goes on no one knows why.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Patriots, In the Ready
Patriots in the Ready
fiction
edward w pritchard
Note to Greeks, story is a Metaphor, please don't take offense, moment chosen is historical, interpretation is not intended to be slanted. Author admires Greek civilization, author is ignorant of actual political situation in Cyprus in 1974 or today.
Patriots, In the Ready
Situation critical Ephesus Turkey, summer 1974.
A Greek madman was threatening, we had no army just here, the Western powers were preoccupied and Nikos Sampson, Cypriot Greek, had littered Cyprus with graves and now threatened invasion of Turkey proper.
I was in charge of our small town's defense. We sent the women and children to hide in the hills in the ancient way. Our Turkish army was at Bodum, Herachia and Iniz but here there were no troops to assist our small town directly on the coast and likely invasion spot.
I had twenty men and boys in the ready waiting to die defending our town against superior forces.
Desperate I recruited thirty patients from the nearby insane asylum. Crazy yes, all, in various ways but today each a patriotic Turk.
Dawn broke, no invasion here, Turkey was invading Cyprus, the Greek Colonels had fallen our town was safe.
My fifty men celebrated for two days. Women kissed us and we were carried food and drink on trays until we could eat no more.
I waited until late the third day to take my thirty soldiers back to the asylum.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Note to Greeks, story is a Metaphor, please don't take offense, moment chosen is historical, interpretation is not intended to be slanted. Author admires Greek civilization, author is ignorant of actual political situation in Cyprus in 1974 or today.
Patriots, In the Ready
Situation critical Ephesus Turkey, summer 1974.
A Greek madman was threatening, we had no army just here, the Western powers were preoccupied and Nikos Sampson, Cypriot Greek, had littered Cyprus with graves and now threatened invasion of Turkey proper.
I was in charge of our small town's defense. We sent the women and children to hide in the hills in the ancient way. Our Turkish army was at Bodum, Herachia and Iniz but here there were no troops to assist our small town directly on the coast and likely invasion spot.
I had twenty men and boys in the ready waiting to die defending our town against superior forces.
Desperate I recruited thirty patients from the nearby insane asylum. Crazy yes, all, in various ways but today each a patriotic Turk.
Dawn broke, no invasion here, Turkey was invading Cyprus, the Greek Colonels had fallen our town was safe.
My fifty men celebrated for two days. Women kissed us and we were carried food and drink on trays until we could eat no more.
I waited until late the third day to take my thirty soldiers back to the asylum.
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