Now, the thing I’ve never told anyone up to this day is that during the short time I was flying over the car, my mind actually wandered away in another spiritual realm. I wanted to jump back up but I only landed once more on my buttock. I looked at my jacket and got mad it was damaged but I didn’t notice the blood on my sleeves. I saw the car drive away but I didn’t notice that the driver had hit the brakes. I just couldn’t put two and two together anymore. It wasn’t like in the movies where everything gets fuzzy. I dropped like an apple from a tree and thumped the pavement on my ass. My head hit the windshield so hard that when I landed I couldn’t stand anymore. I literally flew over it and landed right back on my feet. That’s why we struck them at dawn even before the rooster sang!Ī few years back I was ran over by a car. We don’t want to repeat the Agincourt disaster. There’s no way of chasing them away if we go for some fancy open battle.
Maybe there was even one of my actual brothers with us-I don’t remember. There I was, with my men, my brothers-in-arms. This blogpost is dedicated to PROject_Belgium.
