A Memoir

part 1

memoir

i always wanted to be little and now that i am big i can be little. remember not all who wonder are lost.

it was pip whom i first met when i was five years old. he came back to me in my sixties, a retired disabled vietnam veteran, who along with his golden retriever jackson began an adventurous journey.
jackson stood on the battlefield with his loyal compatriots facing down direct descendants of attila the hun. there were words, howling barks, a symphony of fur awaiting the initial battle with the huns. jackson commanded his troops forward, staring down upon the steely eyes of his enemy. in a mere ten yards of advancement the huns collectively shuddered the cold rush up the spine caused tremors in the ranks. jackson’s felix division moved forward but the huns would have nothing to do with battle today. they high tailed it for the hills. the seeds sowed the barbarians would have little to do with the common folk of the land. commander buoy saved everyone.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Margie!

I'd write more but the internet is giving me trouble.

al

[barleygirl]

Not sure if this is fiction or not, but either way it reads realistic! I’m not a big fan of war or war stories, but here you’ve made it more about the characters (four-paws included) so it’s an interesting read full of imaginative details. Thanks for sharing your amusing little vignette (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie