I stood amid the Angels

I stood amid the Angels

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ValerieNm

Austin, TX

#1 Feb 21, 2007
I stood amid the Angels as a great war was waged. A battle which had tarnished the earth a deep burnished red, and bloated the sun from the sky. The sky dark with the battle from above and below, had engulfed the middle land. I pressed my hands against my ears in a futile attempt to block the sounds of savagery. A cacophony of excruciating pain, thrills of victory, crash of bodies, and the thunderous flap of wings. It echoed across the valley.
The Angels were fierce creatures. Some were beautiful in their stern visage, others dirty and cruel, most were marred by blood gore, and gapping wounds, and they fought about me seemingly oblivious to me a mere mortal. I stood rooted to my spot afraid to move, afraid to breathe lest they take notice of me. Some shrieked cruelly gnashing their teeth extending and beating the air with their dirty wings, others cried in such sad lament that I found myself weeping with them.
Yet I did not ask a God that I refused to believe why such a battle took place even as heaven and Hell met on earth for one more great Battle to be waged. I refused to believe what I saw before me the destruction of mankind of heaven and hell and the middle earth. "I do not believe..I do not believe.." I heard myself say even as I pressed my palms firmly against my ears and shut my eyes tight. "I do not believe I do not believe.."

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#2 Feb 22, 2007
Tis is very interesting....
ValerieNm

Austin, TX

#3 Feb 22, 2007
Mommy of four wrote:
Tis is very interesting....
(Thank you its the beginning of a story line...The original piece that I wrote was much better but I lost it :( if you'd like you can add to it..much like the vee and her love story..obviously it doesn't seem to start out happily but who knows what direction it will take...I typically write in the horror genre, but if you'd like go for it.)

The Sandia Mountains was littered with the bodies of fallen angels. Beautiful silken haired angels luminous even in death, tiny cherubs their small red bow shaped lips in hideous grimaces. There were the dark angels as well, as hideous in death as they had been in life. Fierce tainted creatures they were. Magnificient even though vile. Gossamer feathers littered the earth, as well as the man made fussilade of weapons that had assailed the air, as well as what had been my home land from distant soils,. Strange markings from countries we had been at war with and I wondered for a moment if there were others survivors on other lands who were also watching the battle that had encompassed the heavens and hell. Could they understand what my mind refused to believe the destruction and devesration that we, Man, had brought to the universe.
I hoped so. I dared to wish that these once enemies of mine, of my country, of my now dead children, and spouse, had survived. I dared to wish even as I dared not believe.

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#4 Feb 22, 2007
ValerieNm wrote:
<quoted text>(Thank you its the beginning of a story line...The original piece that I wrote was much better but I lost it :( if you'd like you can add to it..much like the vee and her love story..obviously it doesn't seem to start out happily but who knows what direction it will take...I typically write in the horror genre, but if you'd like go for it.)
The Sandia Mountains was littered with the bodies of fallen angels. Beautiful silken haired angels luminous even in death, tiny cherubs their small red bow shaped lips in hideous grimaces. There were the dark angels as well, as hideous in death as they had been in life. Fierce tainted creatures they were. Magnificient even though vile. Gossamer feathers littered the earth, as well as the man made fussilade of weapons that had assailed the air, as well as what had been my home land from distant soils,. Strange markings from countries we had been at war with and I wondered for a moment if there were others survivors on other lands who were also watching the battle that had encompassed the heavens and hell. Could they understand what my mind refused to believe the destruction and devesration that we, Man, had brought to the universe.
I hoped so. I dared to wish that these once enemies of mine, of my country, of my now dead children, and spouse, had survived. I dared to wish even as I dared not believe.
Hello, my dear friend valerie!!
ValerieNm

Austin, TX

#5 Feb 22, 2007
Groucho AKA Falcon 68 wrote:
<quoted text>Hello, my dear friend valerie!!
Hi sweetheart, I was sorry to read about your father on the other site. I hope everything is good with you. I won't be sticking around much, but I'm back in ABQ for a bit. Anyway I'm glad you are good...The AA forum isn't like the old days lol...thats for sure...:)

“A huge storm is a brew-en...”

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#6 Feb 22, 2007
ValerieNm wrote:
<quoted text>(Thank you its the beginning of a story line...The original piece that I wrote was much better but I lost it :( if you'd like you can add to it..much like the vee and her love story..obviously it doesn't seem to start out happily but who knows what direction it will take...I typically write in the horror genre, but if you'd like go for it.)
The Sandia Mountains was littered with the bodies of fallen angels. Beautiful silken haired angels luminous even in death, tiny cherubs their small red bow shaped lips in hideous grimaces. There were the dark angels as well, as hideous in death as they had been in life. Fierce tainted creatures they were. Magnificient even though vile. Gossamer feathers littered the earth, as well as the man made fussilade of weapons that had assailed the air, as well as what had been my home land from distant soils,. Strange markings from countries we had been at war with and I wondered for a moment if there were others survivors on other lands who were also watching the battle that had encompassed the heavens and hell. Could they understand what my mind refused to believe the destruction and devesration that we, Man, had brought to the universe.
I hoped so. I dared to wish that these once enemies of mine, of my country, of my now dead children, and spouse, had survived. I dared to wish even as I dared not believe.
……..We were getting shelled, but the bombers were bombing the heavies and infantry etc, on the perimeter. The heavies brought allot down, they had no help from our air force, and not one of ours did we see that day. Camel jockeys had taken the desert first. For all the bombs and shells that were falling, Gunny wanted to know why I had not shaved that morning!
Hundreds of our wounded, so things were beginning to look bad. Howitzers’ started coming over the perimeter, the sky was black with smoke, and the Heavies were firing for all they were worth, then the machine guns opened up.
Shells were coming more often now, the howitzers’ with there big guns, had now got sight of the airfield. Aircraft of all kinds were trying to get away. Some were burning from end to end, passing just by our point; some of the men were jumping off wings, out of the cockpits on fire…, some jumped off with kits on their backs and broke their legs on impact. Were shot ……….

Later the 05 battery on the Harbor side were blown up, we began to think then.

Later about eight o clock we were told to get our gun put out of action and scram. So I got a few things, what I could in my Alice pack and off where to, we did not know.
Met the enemy hand to hand, not once thinking of home, not once wishing I was somewhere else. Fought to the delight of the men, they too determining their own struggles, the angels were there, devil angles, heavens angels, combating for the right of victory…….
ValerieNm

Austin, TX

#8 Feb 22, 2007
marsdust wrote:
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……..We were getting shelled, but the bombers were bombing the heavies and infantry etc, on the perimeter. The heavies brought allot down, they had no help from our air force, and not one of ours did we see that day. Camel jockeys had taken the desert first. For all the bombs and shells that were falling, Gunny wanted to know why I had not shaved that morning!
Hundreds of our wounded, so things were beginning to look bad. Howitzers’ started coming over the perimeter, the sky was black with smoke, and the Heavies were firing for all they were worth, then the machine guns opened up.
Shells were coming more often now, the howitzers’ with there big guns, had now got sight of the airfield. Aircraft of all kinds were trying to get away. Some were burning from end to end, passing just by our point; some of the men were jumping off wings, out of the cockpits on fire…, some jumped off with kits on their backs and broke their legs on impact. Were shot ……….
Later the 05 battery on the Harbor side were blown up, we began to think then.
Later about eight o clock we were told to get our gun put out of action and scram. So I got a few things, what I could in my Alice pack and off where to, we did not know.
Met the enemy hand to hand, not once thinking of home, not once wishing I was somewhere else. Fought to the delight of the men, they too determining their own struggles, the angels were there, devil angles, heavens angels, combating for the right of victory…….
We fought hard that night into the light and again into the night. Our bodies awahed by fatigue..but we never thought about quitting, never thought aboout giving up, never thought of home, we did not concern ourselves with the politics of things, we thought of the man on our right and the man on our left and we though about the enemy in front and behind. There would be time for other thoughts later, of thoughts of warm loving arms about us to hold us though the night. Now there was only time for thoughts of the moment, and when the angels came.
The GI to my left held his m16 casually the butt firm against his shoulder, he lay in a prone position taking sight. I heard him whistling, as though he were out for a turkey shoot..Over head the sky was dark with smoke and soot and I could taste it, I felt it works its way into my pores. It stung my eyes and my nostrils I didn't mind it just reminded me that I was a live. What is he whistling I remember wondering...It all seems so long ago and like yesterday all at once..but it was nothing compared to this knew battle that we had unleashed.

An Angels ran towards me covered in blood his wings flapping crazily...A roar was emiited from between his teeth razor sharp, and he hurled the severed head of what i first thougt was a child at me, before I realized it was the head of another cherub..I screamed then...

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#9 Feb 22, 2007
…….As the last breath emanated from the bodiless’ head, I gasp again, but felt physically excited, wanting one of my own, although the physical battle had taken its toll of blood from the enemy and brothers. I wanted deep down for it to continue. Tired, exhausted, we were ready to battle to death. I had watched death come to the aid of many of my brothers. It had been forty eight hours now, am I breathing, is that my blood, weak, hungry, no home, no bed. Very faint and white but terribly alive, there was suddenly a horrid hum, a whistle maybe, I duck I am ashamed to say, but each time I duck, hoping the winged steel does not have my name on it. I lay in the mud filled hole praying to Saint Barbra that my rounds will find a home……..
ValerieNm

Austin, TX

#10 Feb 22, 2007
we always think there will be time enough. Time enough to think about the family and friends, of pleasure, of oneself, of the bigger issues as well as the little ones. While time is infinite we are not...and while I stood along side that young GI who whistled through the night until an own known bullet sliced through the night silenced all of that..there would be no more whistling for him, no time left for the mundane things, no time left...was the first thought I can recall having when from the periphery of my eye I saw what I then thought was a phantom rising up from the cracked and charred earth. Out from the crater created by a howizer and then rising it sirled into the desert wind and smoke. And I ahd conveniced myself that it was nothing but an after image. Now I know differently as time also has the dual ability of obscuring and revealing truths.
It wasn't a missive, a mirage, it was the first of the many to come, it was the precursor to end time a harbinger of doom..
Had I known then, I would have taken time, like a thief in the night, like a jealousy beauty queen, I would have held it to my breast. I would have made time for the mundane
ValerieNm

Austin, TX

#11 Feb 22, 2007
marsdust wrote:
…….As the last breath emanated from the bodiless’ head, I gasp again, but felt physically excited, wanting one of my own, although the physical battle had taken its toll of blood from the enemy and brothers. I wanted deep down for it to continue. Tired, exhausted, we were ready to battle to death. I had watched death come to the aid of many of my brothers. It had been forty eight hours now, am I breathing, is that my blood, weak, hungry, no home, no bed. Very faint and white but terribly alive, there was suddenly a horrid hum, a whistle maybe, I duck I am ashamed to say, but each time I duck, hoping the winged steel does not have my name on it. I lay in the mud filled hole praying to Saint Barbra that my rounds will find a home……..
I hear a cry of pain and I thank the saints and i chuckle, and close my eyes tight, against the thunder of my own heart and the glee I felt, I am ashamed, because I feel nothing for the life I have taken, or the many others before except that of a job done. Better him than me...Better him than me betterhimthanme betterhimthanme ....
Death is a phantom, a seducer of dreams. Death walks in halls, and corridors, it inhabits the old, and the young, maintaining a silent vigil. Fear and adrenaline are its cohorts. And even as I duck holding my breath I feel its presence all about me, waiting and watching, ever present, and part of me loves it revels in the thrill, the physicality of war, carnage, the chaos. Of its primal nature, instincts heightened, the camaraderie and I have never felt more alive by it all, and I always feel a little empty upon returning to the world, more dead then alive, biding time til I am in the midst of it again. Death, fear, Body, Instincts, comraderie it is then that I am most alive.
I hear a groan, cries of pain, someone begging for help from an outcropping of rubble. And I shake off that i am tired that sleep has been deprived of me for far to many hours. My eyes burn from the flash of cordite, an arm wavers seemingly beckoning me over. I sight down the barrel and watch, nopt knowing if it were friend or an enemy until I see the tell tale uniform of a fellow comrade. He groans again. I hesitate a second and then I take a breath and crouching, zig zag my way to a him.
The phantom of my minds eye, the ghost who had risen from the crater, a great winged creature, Hells own Angel stood over him eviscerating my fallen comrade. The movement I had seen was that of the last throes of a soldiers dying body. Reflexively my finger spams, sending a hail of bullets into the abomination that hovered over him. Entrails in hand it spun roared and faded away as I locked home clip after clip

“Here & Now”

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#12 Feb 22, 2007
And as the soldier lay dying, in a semi dreamlike state half way between this world and the unknown, he saw hise life pan out before him, he saw a golden haired angel with a scroll....

He saw his mother in her younger days, slimmer now, taking him by the hand... they sat by the deep rollong sea, she took his little hand and kissed his tiny fingers and he knew by the smile in her eye that he was loved, he felt safe and warm...

He saw all his boyhood years passing before him in order, he saw the youthful maiden, who was the first love of his life... in his young manhood

Slowly, he was conscious that the angels were coming for him, he was on a thread balancing between this life and the next... He thought.. "What brought me here, this far... to this place... Why did I choose this when I had a field of dreams to choose from... Why have I wasted my life and who will now remember me now, for when I"m laid to rest and the green grass covers over me, they will place a slate and perhaps cross ... with letters telling of my
achievements.. but then they will pass by, and I, yes and I shall be asleep when they go on to live...''

Fruitless now, empty vessel, Now though I regret... Why didn't they tell me more about love, that love is all that matters... Had I but the chance, I would go again and live and love and count the stars ... and be in the gentle breeze and drink in all life's glorious gifts from life beginning to its end, but now... I've made the choice.. and so with regret I leave... Sad but too late I know I have chosen hell when Heaven was there all the time and I too blind to see...
ValerieNm

Austin, TX

#13 Feb 22, 2007
he felt the bullet tear through his flesh, it burned hot, the pain was like nothing he had ever imagined. he felt it explode out his back, and he knew he was dying. He was so tired, tired beyond belief. He felt their arms about him he felt the fire of their love.
When he had arrived stateside the doctors had told him he was a miracle. They had told him he was a miracle at the hospitals in Frankfurt. His family and friends had told him he was a miracle, and when he was discharged out he was told he was a miracle..he had never felt it before...just lucky. Was that why he stood now in the middle of a battle, because somehow he had lived, somehow death was denied." Was that why?" he shouted at the cruel visage of a disfigured angel that leered at him with hate and racked the airbefore him. "Is that why my wife is dead my children is that why" he raged spit spewing forth even as he quivered at his defiance. "Is that why?"

“Here & Now”

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#14 Feb 22, 2007
.... And suddenly it occured to him that it had been a dream... "What if' thought he 'what if' I have actually died... because this is what war has done ...

it has wracked my body and broken all my bones... and now f it has filtered through and eaten of my soul.. the seat of me .. the 'me' of me... Is there nothing left?

What evil have I done in any previous lifetime that I am made to suffer thus.. Am I now in hell or which sphere ? Ah! I see and this why I am still deprived from seeing my wife and children... and I know you now for you are one of Lucifer's Angels....come to do your worst...'' Is it too late to cry out'' he wondered in supplication and sorrow to a God divine .. the greater God of Love?

“Our Grand daughter”

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#15 Feb 22, 2007
OMG! I am living in this nightmare...

“A huge storm is a brew-en...”

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#16 Feb 22, 2007
………..whisper on a scream doesn’t mean a thing………….

KWS…..
ValerieNm

Austin, TX

#17 Feb 22, 2007
Grace Nerissa wrote:
.... And suddenly it occured to him that it had been a dream... "What if' thought he 'what if' I have actually died... because this is what war has done ...
it has wracked my body and broken all my bones... and now f it has filtered through and eaten of my soul.. the seat of me .. the 'me' of me... Is there nothing left?
What evil have I done in any previous lifetime that I am made to suffer thus.. Am I now in hell or which sphere ? Ah! I see and this why I am still deprived from seeing my wife and children... and I know you now for you are one of Lucifer's Angels....come to do your worst...'' Is it too late to cry out'' he wondered in supplication and sorrow to a God divine .. the greater God of Love?
Okay Grace :) have it your way :) a happy ending...LOL...and truthfully this site (offbeat) is really to nice a place filled with a cavalcade genuinely nice people for this kind of story...

It is never to late...God whispered...never to late...

The end

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#18 Feb 22, 2007
i guess it was fun while it lasted.....

just like my life will be..........

has always been

and always will be.....

Thanks Grace..........

“Our Grand daughter”

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#19 Feb 22, 2007
NNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! It's just too interesting to end, go to the light!! Hurry!! It will save you!! Run.....

The Big Time

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Since: Jan 07

Forest Park, GA

#20 Feb 22, 2007
marsdust wrote:
i guess it was fun while it lasted.....
just like my life will be..........
has always been
and always will be.....
Thanks Grace..........
Grace has got it going on in my opinion,

and yes i do catch a lot more than meets the eye to most,

so High Five!!

right

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#21 Feb 22, 2007
Mommy of four wrote:
NNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! It's just too interesting to end, go to the light!! Hurry!! It will save you!! Run.....
To late

the mood is gone

head ach

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