039. After The Battle

A pinprick of light appears in the blackness of unconsciousness a sign of exit from the dark then the light hits me as I finally open my eyes A tall white candle burns by my bed releasing its hidden fragrance I am greatly weakened because of shot wounds I received now all wrapped in white cloth An aging man appears with a tray he comes over to the bed I don’t need his explanation I know what happened that day my friends are dead and I am unable to help them The man gives his story it isn’t what I thought one of my friends survived but with serious shot wounds the battle was won by us and the same time was lost by all the enemy was beaten at last but with too many casualties He says I must rest for a week as I still need to recover I’ll rest for the week and more to regain my lost strength I look at the candle by my bed I will not be put out so easily