Blue & Gray - Chapter 1

by Emilie
(Lexington, Kentucky)

Being Checked (A War Horse Movie Picture)

Being Checked (A War Horse Movie Picture)

"Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his side, along with the the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds."

The war was approaching. Horses were disappearing from small farms, large farms, rich farms, and poor farms. Being taken from their homes, their owners, and the ones they loved and who loved them. I hadn't really paid any attention to it. I was a farm horse myself, and a spoiled one with three young girls to love on me. I never dreamed of being taken from my home. It never crossed my mind. Until the day the young girls didn't come into my barn, but their mother and soldiers in gray did. I snorted and looked at them in surprise. I expected Emilie, Kiara and Emma. The tall men manhandled me all over. They looked at my teeth, picked up my feet, rubbed around my ears, and checked me all over for cuts or scrapes or flaws. "Nice bright eyes.. clean teeth, no flaws.. a totally sound horse."

The mother nodded. "He is very well taken care of." What was going on? I was totally clueless. I snorted and pulled away from the soldier, who was holding my head under his his shoulder. "Feisty, as well. That's good for a war.. I'll buy him off you." Wait, had I been sold? So many thoughts raced through my mind. I pawed the ground, and tossed my black mane. I wanted to know what was going on. I snorted loudly, and jerked my head as they tried to grab my bridle.

My halter had been replaced with the black leather bridle that I wore at that moment. They managed to grab my bridle, and led me out. I looked over to see Emilie, Kiara and Emma standing in the yard in front of their cabin. They had tears in their eyes, and wiped at them with their dresses. They waved blue and gray ribbons at me. "A last farewell, Philip!" 'A last farewell'? What did they mean? I tossed my head and pranced, neck arched. And then it came to me what was going on. The soldiers. The tears. The 'last farewells.' I was being sold to the Civil War calvary.

Look out for Chapter Two!

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Jan 18, 2013
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by: reina

bravo bravo! this is certainly a great story and congratulations on quoting Job 39:19-24.

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