The Relegation Of Kingston Blackwood Pt.4
The Relegation Of Kingston Blackwood
Pt. 4
With exuberance Benny let out a loud cheer. His face a portrait of joy and relief, having been saved he assumed. It was short lived however for the Panzer burst through a back wall, all green metal and unfurled cannon pointed directly for us. Benny's face dropped in despair, but I slowly pulled the second Panzerfaust from the crate and stepped in front of the wagon. He must have thought I was crazy because he took off running in the opposite direct heading quickly for cover. The Panzer didn't move at first as if he couldn't see me with the debris covering his sights. A moment later he did, for the Panzer lurched forward in an alarming burst of speed. However in the small alley there was nowhere to maneuver and as I again depressed the trigger, rocked backwards in the motion, he too spit fiery metal upon me.
The Panzer burst in a glorious explosion, the fireball reached high into the sky, but in the instant the machine turned to molten steel his round connected scant feet behind me against the wagon.
In my dream I was the first of man to see the sky. I raised my hands, as if to cup the soft blue into my hands and drink its frail nectar, a taste of the blood of God. But I did not last and all the world moved at breakneck pace, from age to age, weapons and wars and scattered moments of peace. I watched Alexander and Fredrick and Napoleon and Bismarck and now I saw my own life and I was flying; I was flying.
And Benny was holding me, his arms quivering as he shouted with fervor. My ears again paralyzed but my eyes retained a semblance of sight and I read his lips. You goddamn sonabitch, you did it, you did it! And on and on and so forth. But I had no time for it, I felt as if my life were slipping away, like this was my memorial service and I was somehow invited. I reached my right hand to his collar and shook with what strength I had, my lips moving quickly. Write it, write this now.
He was confused, his eyes sparkling with excitement and apprehension. Gazing down at my form he probed the wounds and his eyes grew wider. But I was undeterred, Write it, write it now!
There in the open square he searched for Abele's knapsack and having found it returned to me. He held the letter face down so he could write upon the back and I somehow said to him-
she's so good with knives
with one deft flick
she cut me out of her life
and that is how the story goes
and that is how the story goes...
Love, your honest mistake...
As I watched him write it the words on the front side came to me again and in disgust and pain I groaned. Morana, Morana! Why have you forsaken me? But I spoke it not, so weary as I was, so terribly weary as I was. Benny slowly turned the letter over and saw the words for the first time and understood. But I was tired now, so exceedingly tired and I fought in vain to keep my eyes from falling. Benny was screaming again, words I couldn't make out in sight or sound. But I was tired now, so exceedingly tired and I fought in vain to keep my eyes from falling. But I was so tired now...
***
On the 26th of May 1940 I awoke in a hospital located in Dorchester, my abdomen wrapped in gauze and my head swaddled as well. Benny was sleeping in the chair opposite my bed, his snoring a wonderful reminder that I was not dead, not yet at least. The clock read eleven-forty five and at noon the nurse came in to check on me. Having found me awake and quite alert I might add she roused Benny who nearly crushed me in his hug. The cable went out to my father Kingsly and he and my mother arrived within the hour. It was quite the celebration, as much though as the nurse would allow and nearly as soon as it began it was over. They kept me a good month and a half, checking and double checking so as to make sure there were no infections. I received both The King's Medal for Courage in the Cause of Freedom and the King's Medal for Service in the Cause of Freedom for my actions in battle. Benny received the Cause for Freedom medal as well. We were both presented with these commendations on the first of July 1940 by Churchill himself.
I asked Benny what he had done with my hastily dictated letter and he replied so nonchalantly as he was so prone to, that he had in fact sent it. My heart dropped. What now, what of Morana? Had she received it? Had she searched for me? Had she assumed I perished there on the beaches or in the unnamed alley ways? However by July of ’40 Hitler had conquered France and the Battle of Britain was upon us and time had stripped from me all hope of reparation...
Ich verschwinden...
Der Morgenstern
Pt. 4
With exuberance Benny let out a loud cheer. His face a portrait of joy and relief, having been saved he assumed. It was short lived however for the Panzer burst through a back wall, all green metal and unfurled cannon pointed directly for us. Benny's face dropped in despair, but I slowly pulled the second Panzerfaust from the crate and stepped in front of the wagon. He must have thought I was crazy because he took off running in the opposite direct heading quickly for cover. The Panzer didn't move at first as if he couldn't see me with the debris covering his sights. A moment later he did, for the Panzer lurched forward in an alarming burst of speed. However in the small alley there was nowhere to maneuver and as I again depressed the trigger, rocked backwards in the motion, he too spit fiery metal upon me.
The Panzer burst in a glorious explosion, the fireball reached high into the sky, but in the instant the machine turned to molten steel his round connected scant feet behind me against the wagon.
In my dream I was the first of man to see the sky. I raised my hands, as if to cup the soft blue into my hands and drink its frail nectar, a taste of the blood of God. But I did not last and all the world moved at breakneck pace, from age to age, weapons and wars and scattered moments of peace. I watched Alexander and Fredrick and Napoleon and Bismarck and now I saw my own life and I was flying; I was flying.
And Benny was holding me, his arms quivering as he shouted with fervor. My ears again paralyzed but my eyes retained a semblance of sight and I read his lips. You goddamn sonabitch, you did it, you did it! And on and on and so forth. But I had no time for it, I felt as if my life were slipping away, like this was my memorial service and I was somehow invited. I reached my right hand to his collar and shook with what strength I had, my lips moving quickly. Write it, write this now.
He was confused, his eyes sparkling with excitement and apprehension. Gazing down at my form he probed the wounds and his eyes grew wider. But I was undeterred, Write it, write it now!
There in the open square he searched for Abele's knapsack and having found it returned to me. He held the letter face down so he could write upon the back and I somehow said to him-
she's so good with knives
with one deft flick
she cut me out of her life
and that is how the story goes
and that is how the story goes...
Love, your honest mistake...
As I watched him write it the words on the front side came to me again and in disgust and pain I groaned. Morana, Morana! Why have you forsaken me? But I spoke it not, so weary as I was, so terribly weary as I was. Benny slowly turned the letter over and saw the words for the first time and understood. But I was tired now, so exceedingly tired and I fought in vain to keep my eyes from falling. Benny was screaming again, words I couldn't make out in sight or sound. But I was tired now, so exceedingly tired and I fought in vain to keep my eyes from falling. But I was so tired now...
***
On the 26th of May 1940 I awoke in a hospital located in Dorchester, my abdomen wrapped in gauze and my head swaddled as well. Benny was sleeping in the chair opposite my bed, his snoring a wonderful reminder that I was not dead, not yet at least. The clock read eleven-forty five and at noon the nurse came in to check on me. Having found me awake and quite alert I might add she roused Benny who nearly crushed me in his hug. The cable went out to my father Kingsly and he and my mother arrived within the hour. It was quite the celebration, as much though as the nurse would allow and nearly as soon as it began it was over. They kept me a good month and a half, checking and double checking so as to make sure there were no infections. I received both The King's Medal for Courage in the Cause of Freedom and the King's Medal for Service in the Cause of Freedom for my actions in battle. Benny received the Cause for Freedom medal as well. We were both presented with these commendations on the first of July 1940 by Churchill himself.
I asked Benny what he had done with my hastily dictated letter and he replied so nonchalantly as he was so prone to, that he had in fact sent it. My heart dropped. What now, what of Morana? Had she received it? Had she searched for me? Had she assumed I perished there on the beaches or in the unnamed alley ways? However by July of ’40 Hitler had conquered France and the Battle of Britain was upon us and time had stripped from me all hope of reparation...
Ich verschwinden...
Der Morgenstern