My Dad shared this with me this morning. It's beautiful.
Living Among the Silent Warriors
A Short Story By Thomas Waters
I am a boomer. That is, I belong to the Baby Boom generation. Like many other Boomers, my parents were members of the Greatest Generation who lived through the Depression and World War Two.
My father, like most men of his generation, fought in World War Two. In fact, in the small south Georgia town where I grew up, most of the men of his generation were veterans of that war. The quiet mail carrier who served as a deacon in the church, once served aboard a Destroyer in the Pacific where rumor was, he became extremely proficient in shooting down attacking Zeroes. According to local lore, it was his skill at shooting Zeros out of the sky that contributed to him being one of the best dove hunters in the state. That man could shoot Doves on the wing like he was shooting pigeons from a barn roost.
So it was where I grew up, the farmer who taught me to plow was in the infantry in Europe, the barber where I got my hair cut as a boy, two decades earlier had fought his way out of the killing zone known as Omaha Beach. On and on it went; men from all walks of life, the Banker, the teacher, the mechanic, the factory worker, and yes the minister, all veterans of the second World War. Men who had fought in battles all over the world, now pursued quite, unobtrusive, unnoticed lives in some small forgotten towns in South Georgia, or Kansas, or Michigan, or Kentucky, or New Mexico and every other state or territory of the Union.
In retrospect, what made these warriors so notable was not only did the world forget them, but they silently walked among those of us who knew them best, their families and friends unknown. I was unaware of my father’s heroic past and that served in both the North Atlantic and the Pacific. He never mentioned it. There were no plaques of commemoration around the house of his service. I did not know until I was grown about the run and shoot battle his ship engaged in with a German Uboat in the North Atlantic. Finally the sub was forced to surface and the entire crew and submarine were captured by the brave men of the USS Southwind. Perhaps he and his good friend, the mail carrier who served on the Destroyer in the Pacific, talked about such things, but until I was grown I’m not even sure I knew he fought during the war.
I did not know until his funeral that the quite man who taught the auto mechanics class at the local high school was a decorated marine who fought and killed the enemy in hand to hand combat at Alligator Creek on Guadalcanal. Of course, I do remember how we all stood back in something of shocked awe the day he disarmed those two knife brandishing would-be hoodlums who came crashing into the shop intent on cutting up Roger. Mr. D snatched a pull handle from an open tool box and moving like a cat had both guys on the floor before we knew what happened. When the Sheriff came, a veteran of the 101st, we boys did note that as he put his arm around Mr. D to walk him out of the shop, a faint smile creased his face. Ten minutes later, the same ole Mr. D was back and class started again just like nothing had happened. I understand, however, it was some time before them boys with the knives were released from the hospital. Nothing more ever happened after that. The District Attorney, a decorated skipper from the storied 15th Air Force, didn’t press any charges. The local paper didn’t carry the story either. The editor, an officer in Patton’s 3rd Army, 10th Armored Division said there was no story, nothing of public interest to print. The whole thing went away, like it never happened, but we boys never forgot. We looked at Mr. D in a whole different way. We had always respected him, but now we sorta of feared him too. I mean, all us boys knew we didn’t want any of Mr. D. He could hurt you. Nah, actually, he could kill your butt.
Well, such were the men I grew up with and around: many were unkown and forgotten killers. One never knew for sure with whom you were talking, but actually we never really thought about it. We lived and grew up among these silent warriors: among men who had fought all over the world; men who had flown fighters and bombers; men who had fought in tank battles, naval battles, dogfights, and in hand to hand combat; men who had been shot at and had shot other men; men who had walked through mud and snow; men who had been hungry, lonely, scared, and brave. Now they were home, raising their families and going about their normal, mundane lives. And we walked among them unknowing, unappreciative and most often totally unaware that we were walking among the silent warriors.
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Warriors OCs Stuff
Don’t know if I’ll actually write for these guys but here y’all go
This is really long lol
Grove Clan:
A clan founded in a clearing between two forests. The clan is known for their generosity to outsiders and their devotion to Star Clan. Though they are very generous, they have strong boundaries. The leader often relies on the medicine cat to know when someone is safe or not, as Star Clan often gives warnings when something is off.
Upland Clan:
A clan founded on a small prairie outside of the forest. This clan is known for its reservation toward outsiders and its members sensibilities during tough situations. Though the cats are reserved, they maintain positive relations with Grove Clan, often crossing their territory to go to Rosemary’s Connection and even going with Grove Clan cats to the pond.
Rosemary’s Connection:
Rosemary’s Connection is where clans seek communication with Star Clan. It was discovered by Grove Clans previous leader, Rosemarystar. She found it when she was a deputy, after being attacked by the leader before her. She stumbled upon a starlit pond, surrounded by shining rocks and thriving foliage. In an attempt to keep herself alive to make it to Upland Clan for help, she drank from the pond. The second she swallowed a few sips; she noticed the stars coming down to her. The cats of Star Clan appeared to her and one of them smiled at her proudly, before touching her forehead with their nose, giving Rosemary her nine lives and the energy to make it to Upland Clan, where she received assistance with exiling the leader that almost killed her. The pond continues to be used for cats to communicate to Star Clan, though they must be with a medicine cat or a leader.
Land of The Lost:
The Land of The Lost is a territory that’s occupied by lost souls that deemed their deaths undeserved and hold resentment toward Star Clan. Many of these cats are siblings and hold resentment for not only Star Clan, but for their mother and their brother that is currently living. They live beneath a dried up lake in a blue, purple, and black void.
Some Important Cats:
Pumpkinstar: Leader of Grove Clan. She is calm and reasonable. She keeps a positive disposition and does anything she can to be there for her clanmates. She frequently goes hunting with others and often goes with her medicine cat to look for herbs. She takes pride in her clan and her clanmates.
Mackeralrain: Deputy of Grove Clan. He takes his responsibilities very seriously while maintaining his sense of humor and bouncy personality. He enjoys going on patrols and sparring with his friends. He’s one of Pumpkinstar’s best friends and does what he can to help make the clan is taken care of.
Junipershade: Grove Clan’s medicine cat. She is soft spoken and gentle. After being abandoned by her twolegs, she found a home in the clan, Blueye (the previous medicine cat) taking her care of her and being made her mentor. She quickly adjusted to clan life and takes pride in her knowledge of herbs and connection to Star Clan. Pumpkinstar and her often go on walks together to gather herbs.
Flintstar: Leader of Upland Clan. He is quiet and reserved, though he enjoys talking with his clanmates. He often patrols with others but prefers to go alone, taking in everything around him. He cherishes everything around him, everything from his much-loved clanmates, to the air he breathes.
Valleywhisper: Flintstar’s deputy. She is serious and tends to have a short temper, though she refrains from letting it blind her. She is the mentor for Cricketpaw, often scolding him due to his care and recklessness. She gets things done when they need to be done and enjoys sharing tongues with Flintstar, even if she is the one keeping the conversation going.
Coppercreek: Medicine cat of Upland Clan. He is cynical and blunt. He tends to scold his clanmates when they get hurt when they should’ve been careful. He enjoys visiting Rosemary’s Connection, seeing the cats of Star Clan make him feel at ease.
Very Important Cats:
Apricot: A past kittypet and a current loner. She stays in her run-down house that has been abandoned by her twoleg. She was a cat used for breeding, having many litters, though the only ones that are still living are Conifer, Cinder, and Redkit. Due to the cursed nature of all her kits deaths, she is grief stricken and hasn’t been able to stop herself from being consumed by her depression and guilt. She usually sits on a window seal and looks outside.
Conifer: A cat of the Land of The Lost. He is resentful, angry, and hurt. After hesitantly escaping from the Land of The Lost, he joins Upland Clan. As he stays with the clan, he becomes more open and calmer. He spends a lot of time with Flintstar, learning how to move past his anger. Though he learns to manage his anger, he still holds overwhelming resentment against his mother, Apricot, and brother, Cinder.
Cinderstorm: An ex-loner that is now a member of Grove Clan. After wondering in the forest, he comes across a patrol that happily take him to their camp, as Cinder was very skinny, and his eyes were unfocused. After a couple of days of Junipershade keeping an eye on him and giving him what he needed, Pumpkinstar asks if he’d like to stay, Cinder accepts, and he soon becomes a warrior. He is quiet and reliable, often doing tasks to help others. Cinderstorm is known to see the spirits of passed cats, though it’s not limited to Star Clan cats, as he has seen cats from the Land of The Lost. Though his grief for his brother, Conifer, had once been overwhelming, he has learned to appreciate the memories he has and focus on the present.
Redkit: A week old kit that is currently in the care of Upland Clan. He is being taken care of by Valleywhisper and Clayspot. He was found on the shore of a river by Clayspot.
Maybe I’ll expand and share more of these guys but idk yet
Much is still being worked on lol
I think I’ll share the picrews I have tho👀👀
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Her thumb goes over her scar and Ava's heart nearly breaks. She feels the tears brim up to the surface. “I want you to know,” she starts, “you deserve so much. Remember that. You deserve everything.”
Amazing art by @princington for this fic. I've been blessed, thank you for this commission 🙏
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