Weekly Writing Challenge: Cliffhanger | We Saw the Flags of our Fathers Hoisted on Banners Above our Heads (Part 1 of 2)
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We saw the flags of our fathers hoisted on banners above our heads. The rain beating down on us was relentless. I was surrounded by a legion of my countrymen. Patriots, farmers, but not soldiers. Still the spears clutched in our fists were ready at any moment to draw blood. It was cold and damp on the green fields of Bannockburn. The cold wind cut through our clothing like daggers. Clothing, wooden shields, and the armour we took from the bodies of those we killed was our only protection.
The drums began to beat; thump, thump, thump. A loud horn blew and the horses began to gallop towards our position. The men surrounding me did not waiver, nor run. We knelt on one knee and placed the butts of our spears solidly in the earth below us. I wiped the rain from my face, and looked up.
**********TO BE CONTINUED**********
- Weekly Writing Challenge: Cliffhanger (dailypost.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Writing Challenge: Cliffhanger | We Saw the Flags of our Fathers Hoisted on Banners Abover our Heads (Part 2 of 2) (gradualthought.com)