wake in your foxhole but be floating at sea with a storm coming to drench your raft and free your spirit/ version 2

Wake in your foxhole but be floating at sea with a storm coming to drench your raft and free your spirit/ version 2

fiction
Edward w Pritchard


Thunder rumbles for forty to sixty seconds after a flash of lightening at sea. There is nothing else to listen to at the moment. Count off the seconds to be sure of the distance.

How did you come to be here instead of somewhere else; why are you now about to confront a storm at sea? You know for a fact that you are in your foxhole waiting to go over the top in a few minutes to charge the formidable German veterans in 1916 at the battle of the Somme.

So many random occurrences have been unobserved yet cumulatively they are critical to what is about to happen next in your life. How did you come to be in these circumstances at this critical junction in your life?

Wake in your bed but be floating at sea with a storm coming to drench your raft and free your spirit.

Count off the seconds between the lightening flash and the end of the growling of the rolling thunder.

Any place that provides sanctuary in a storm is a welcome place to be.

Head up and rifle to the ready but for the short moment be calm bobbing on the waves safe and alone in a warm blue tropical sea of hope.

Awaken instantly with crystal clarity; the whistle sounds soon. It's time to go over the top.

Take action. Make changes. Charge, it's time to go over the top.