An Anti War Sentiment
For President Obama with all due Respect

Editorial Fiction
Edward W Pritchard


He was up and working very early on a Sunday morning. His Mother had taught him the technique that she had learned from her Grandfather who had been a slave in Alabama. This morning this old man was moving each vegetable plant from the original plot to another about 20 feet away to remove the plants from the shadow of the large bridge high up and east of his house. The shadow of the nearby bridge in a few hours would fully stunt the tomatoes, onions, cucumbers and corn he grew for food behind his house in the small yard.
So intent was he on his work, so as not to injure the roots that the roar from the military jet when it was high overhead caused him to startle and caused a momentary fright.

Glancing up he realized the jet had approached at a high rate of speed completely in silence and this old man using his unique gifts connected with the new young pilot in the cockpit of the jet and was aware through his gift that the new pilot had purposely used the top secret stealth technology outside his orders, so as to scare the drivers of the cars higher up on the bridge near the old man's home. The old man sensed the pilots truculent aggressive nature and foresaw the effects this pilot would have on a young Muslim girl three weeks hence in a small village in far away Pakistan. The pilot would pull the same maneuver, against orders, over her village as he was on his way to a bombing mission 30 or 40 miles away from her house in a large city in her Country. The startled girl was too young to wear a head cover and her dark hair would extend unnaturally in fright, visible in the old man's mind's eye, and the old man would sense and experience the fear that the girl would carry with her the rest of her life.

Sadly, the old man interfered this early Sunday morning and caused the Pilot and his plane to descend rapidly and southerly toward the Municipal airport and strategically caused the Plane to crash into the abandoned football stadium, now empty and unused because a newer stadium had been built and opened on the college campus ten miles away.

The Gardener returned to his work remorseful to cause the young man's death and regretful to intervene in his country's politics, but the old man sighed as he felt the tranquility in a far away house in a small village in Pakistan some three weeks hence.