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BLUE GREEN RED
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M through R › Patriot, The
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,618
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1
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own The Patriot, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
BLUE GREEN RED
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Blue, Green, Red.
Blue, green, red. Lex gasped. The battlefield lay before her. The battle had begun in the morning, and ended mid afternoon.
Blue sky, green grass, red blood. Her eyes filled with tears. As an officers wife she was not obliged to attend the battlefield but nothing could keep her away. She was busy helping the wounded men, giving a last shred of hope to the dying. Her eyes were kept pealed for her husband, she had been lucky so far and his expertise had saved him while at war. She was half expecting him to arrive beside her and help her clean the blood from the young mans face.
Blue uniforms, green uniforms, red uniforms. It always brought tears to her eyes to hear the boys ask for their mothers. These were not men but boys who were young and eager to assert their political beliefs, and more so eager for adventure. They thought they feared nothing and would be too ashamed to show it. Alexandra believed she feared for them, for their mothers. She wished that no mother would ever have to witness the death of these boys. She knew that she would never forget any of these boys, who held her hand or smiled their last smile to her.
“It’s an officer!” was hollered across the wide field, and quickly she noticed the red uniform. Another British soldier. She hadn’t ignored the Colonials collecting their wounded. They had dominated the field, won the battle, and it was the English who tiptoes around, wishing to collect their dead and wounded.
Then her eye settled on another body they rushed across the field, she picked up words such as ‘barely breathing’, ‘don’t think he’ll make it’ and ‘lost an awful lot of blood’ but her ears perked at the words directed at her. “Keep her away.” Blue, green, red. Blue eyes. Green uniform. Red blood.
William.
Alexandra rushed towards her husband, nothing could hold her back.
“Will, William, oh what have they done to you?” she whispered to him. She noticed the recognition in his eyes, his head movement towards her. Taking a cloth she followed an age old routine for her. Loosen tight clothes, wash the blood from him. Help the surgeon. Do as she’s told. And she did, every order, hold the blood flow, pressure on the wounds…
And so it went on, and Alexandra stayed in the cold tent long into the night with her husband, (praying that this wasn’t the last kiss goodnight), the man who refused to give up, who would not yet part with his precious soul, his spirit stronger than the king’s army itself.
And in the morning, Colonel William Tavington opened his eyes and he watched the blue sky seep over the green grass and the red sunrise fade away. And he smiled, for he knew it would take more than a blade to kill him. The devil wouldn’t part so easily with his soul. And neither would she.
Blue, Green, Red.
Blue, green, red. Lex gasped. The battlefield lay before her. The battle had begun in the morning, and ended mid afternoon.
Blue sky, green grass, red blood. Her eyes filled with tears. As an officers wife she was not obliged to attend the battlefield but nothing could keep her away. She was busy helping the wounded men, giving a last shred of hope to the dying. Her eyes were kept pealed for her husband, she had been lucky so far and his expertise had saved him while at war. She was half expecting him to arrive beside her and help her clean the blood from the young mans face.
Blue uniforms, green uniforms, red uniforms. It always brought tears to her eyes to hear the boys ask for their mothers. These were not men but boys who were young and eager to assert their political beliefs, and more so eager for adventure. They thought they feared nothing and would be too ashamed to show it. Alexandra believed she feared for them, for their mothers. She wished that no mother would ever have to witness the death of these boys. She knew that she would never forget any of these boys, who held her hand or smiled their last smile to her.
“It’s an officer!” was hollered across the wide field, and quickly she noticed the red uniform. Another British soldier. She hadn’t ignored the Colonials collecting their wounded. They had dominated the field, won the battle, and it was the English who tiptoes around, wishing to collect their dead and wounded.
Then her eye settled on another body they rushed across the field, she picked up words such as ‘barely breathing’, ‘don’t think he’ll make it’ and ‘lost an awful lot of blood’ but her ears perked at the words directed at her. “Keep her away.” Blue, green, red. Blue eyes. Green uniform. Red blood.
William.
Alexandra rushed towards her husband, nothing could hold her back.
“Will, William, oh what have they done to you?” she whispered to him. She noticed the recognition in his eyes, his head movement towards her. Taking a cloth she followed an age old routine for her. Loosen tight clothes, wash the blood from him. Help the surgeon. Do as she’s told. And she did, every order, hold the blood flow, pressure on the wounds…
And so it went on, and Alexandra stayed in the cold tent long into the night with her husband, (praying that this wasn’t the last kiss goodnight), the man who refused to give up, who would not yet part with his precious soul, his spirit stronger than the king’s army itself.
And in the morning, Colonel William Tavington opened his eyes and he watched the blue sky seep over the green grass and the red sunrise fade away. And he smiled, for he knew it would take more than a blade to kill him. The devil wouldn’t part so easily with his soul. And neither would she.