A dangerous time

by DRM


The sky lit up sulfurous and unnatural. The dull thumps and whistling screeches rang in the air, a few beats off.

We sat down by the water waiting for the town fireworks to start. The country club up the hill was winding their display down.

A family could have sat here 240 years ago and witnessed the same display. They wouldn’t have marveled innocently. They would have dreaded what it meant. When the fighting stopped, the soldiers would be hungry, thirsty, filled with adrenaline and relief. They would spread out across the township foraging for their basic needs.

A war for freedom entrapped the people, tapped out their resources, endangered their families. That was a complex and dangerous time.