I was later visited by the Sergeant, “How did you did it son?” he asked.
“Where is Michael?” I asked in reply. “Michael who?” the sergeant seemed
puzzled. “Michael the big marine walking with me, right up to the last moment,
I saw him there, as I fell!” The sergeant frowned, "Son you are the only Michael
in the unit, I should know I hand- picked you all. You were far ahead of the rest
Michael, I followed you cause I was worried, now tell me son, how did you do it?”
This was the second time he asked, I found it irritating. “How did I do what?”
How did you kill those seven men, not one single bullet fired from your gun.”
“What” “ Common son, they were strewn all around you, each one killed by
a sword stroke!” And that mom, is the end of my story. It may have been
the pain or the blazing sun, or the chilling cold. I don’t know, Mom, but there
is one thing I am sure of, it happened.
Love, your son,