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Why Me?

I can hear you now saying what a strange title, what’s he going to tell us about in his today’s scribble. Nothing exotic or anything out of the ordinary just an ordinary commonplace little story and no it is not about my Fairy friends, not even about Cops and Robbers this story is though rather unusual because it is based on a real story, A story told to me by an old sweat or should I properly say an old soldier from the first world war.

Somewhere in France, grenades exploding, bullets flying through the air most had ducked their heads down so as to avoid the bullets and shrapnel, one could say that all hell had broken loose. One Soldier suddenly stood up and said the Lord’s Prayer, his voice loud and somehow clear through the noise of war. Other voices joined in, Our Father, which art in Heaven, suddenly the clouds parted. The noise from the war abated then one man pointed into the skies. What the men then saw, on both sides of the lines of fighting soldiers, Winged angels. The Lords Prayer was now loud and clear, both sides sung each in their own language, the Germans in the German tongue and the British in the English language, one or two welsh men sung the welsh words  “Ein Tad,” or in welsh Our Father.   The angels were understood by all of the fighting Soldiers no matter what language they used.

A great silence came over the Soldiers, all turned away from the front line and marched in an orderly fashion back to where they had started from. The Military command on both sides of the line listened to what the men had described, men that one might call ignorant described in intelligent voices all that they had seen and witnessed in that Ghastly scene of war, men were dyeing from bullets that did not care whether they hit British and their Allies or German soldiers the bullets were neutral. They had only one purpose and that was to kill they were aided by the hand grenades and shells. No one really believed the soldiers that had turned away on both sides of the battlefield. The idea that Angels came and prayed the Lord’s Prayer was pooh-Poohed by British military intelligence and possibly also on the German side. No one knows for sure. The troops on both sides were sent back to safe areas. New soldiers were sent to take their place. Sorry to say the new soldiers fought just as bravely or if you will as foolhardy as the ones that had witnessed the Angels and been sent back to a safe area, these brave men were no longer to be trusted.

I ask myself why did the Angels leave the area so suddenly if they had only stayed a little longer, more and more Soldiers from both sides would have marched orderly away from that inferno of war raging in the year of fourteen and eighteen on European soil. Can you imagine really imagine what happened on that day, Angels all joining in the Lords Prayer being spoken in a number of languages. Angels Praying with the soldiers that were all facing sure death or at least terrible wounds from all of the artefacts of war, bullets grenades, shells and any other secrets that both sides had up their sleeves so to say. Right in the middle of this inferno a troop of angels coming to the help of that one soldier Praying the Lords Prayer. Why were the Angels called back? By showing themselves to all of the warmongering Idiots that wanted war for various reasons mainly for money. Vast fortunes were made on both sides. Why did the Heavenly Father stop the Angels from showing themselves to others? What reason did he have? If you have an answer that satisfies me please let me know your scribbler Bern is a very nosey type of scribbler. All information will be handled in strict secrecy.