The Battle Of Sharqat was the last battle fought in the Mesopotamian Campaign between Anglo-Indian forces and Ottoman soldiers. For some it was one battle too many and somehow the fighting has never stopped since then...
Victims In Victory Seen Through Their Eyes The two were brothers unlikely ones so they had been told by their Heteronormative leaders marching in confidence to monochromatic Repetitive bugles of one-sidedness’ strides one-sightedness’ quest Occidental Oriental obedience to some Major some God or other led Usurpers to an unusual display of sameness at the end when they left Geopolitical pawns both Barrett (The Quarrelsome)and Youssuf Heeding Allah (Piety Power and Influence) stood firm until the end The scene of their parties was Mesopotamia just north of Bagdhad His Majesty The King and the Ottoman Sultan had come to agree to Enter the resting of weapons ceasefire and armistice had been set In his mind Youssuf prayed to Allah and Barrett reached for a brandy and smoke Reprieve and behold they would return in one piece from the trenches Ending the battle they finally exchanged compliments and Barrett and Youssuf each had a bayonet stuck through one of their eyes minutes before Evening rested that one day of too many long days 1918 in October Sharqat and the battle thereof was over and the men were the lucky ones 08th October 2016 and the battle has resumed Through Many Different Eyes
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