Blessed be our Mary.
I was very saddened by the lost of our Mary, disheartened;
she was a destined to be a saint of our struggle. She had come to us as a mere child; borne
during the early years of the war knowing nothing else but the whine of the
bullet and the thump of the mortar.
I was fighting with the seventh group South Jihad; our
warriors had some limited experience but none with more than a month on the
front and none with a know victory. It
was early May and we all felt as though the war was beginning to turn our way,
having a selected few victories was a heady experience for untrained troops. We’d over run the airport and were closing in
on the States Military Academy. Twenty
casualties were high for a group of only seventy soldiers but we kept our fear
to ourselves and prayed that we might fight on for months to come. The opposing soldiers of the State Government
had much better weapons and air assents that stopped our attacks before they
even began, much short of goals wished accomplish. Our leaders pushed us on, but you can’t move
forward when every time one looks up to shoot; a sniper cuts them down in their
place. The States tanks were just a
nuisance; we snuck up on them with RPG’s and blew them up one by one. We rallied and shouted praise to God every
time we blew up one of the Russian tanks.
The snipers were the worst, we’d move forward without challenge and then
man after man would die at the hands of the snipers. Progress was at a snail’s pace if you wanted
to live.
Mary came to us February 1st 2013 as a small crying
defenseless bloodied child; her mother had been the victim of one of the
snipers, shot through the chest but still holding her child to her bosom. Two of our Soldiers risked it all to grab the
child from her dead mother. Mary was
covered with dust, bleeding from numerous nicks and cuts she sustained from the
bombardment. Our Medic Joseph fixed her
up and wrapped her wounds. Joseph tried in
vain to keep Mary in her bunk but she would have none of it. She was up running end to end of the medical
unit talking to each and every one of our wounded comrades. Mary’s blood still seeping filling the
bandages that were wrapped on her small frame.
Over the next few days she was known though out the brigade as the
sister of the wounded. She would move
from bunk to bunk giving comfort and a prayer of hope. Dying soldiers soon began to ask for Mary’s
blessings; she made her rounds twice a day and spoke to every soldier giving
comfort and her blessings.
Our make shift hospital was overrun by the State on May 28th
they killed every wounded soldier in his bunk.
Mary cried for hours as we ran east away from the crushing
offensive. Mary being carried upon a
running soldiers shoulder cried and pleaded that we return and save her friends
from the coming death.
We tried to console her explaining that we could not save
those she loved without being killed ourselves.
She cried and cried believing she could somehow save them. She cried of lost souls unknown for each and
every one of them.
Mary soon stopped talking her anguish at losing so many
close friends over whelmed her. We all
worried that she was lost to the war, her spirit being crushed by the constant killing
and gravely wounded soldiers. We tried
to persuade her to talk; talking about those lost and those that had been saved
by her prayers. Mary remained silent
only nodding her understanding of our efforts.
June brought much fighting in our district. The number of killed and wounded mounted as
the month came to an end. We all spent
much time worrying of our Mary. Patrols
would leave asking the blessing of Mary.
She would just look at the ground and shed a tear at her feet. She would not wave an arm or glance at the
soldiers leaving for the front. Tears
were her only sign that she recognized that another group of fighters were
leaving to engage hostile forces.
At the start of summer July of 2013 news came that America
was entering the war and giving weapons and supplies to the revolution. This brought much celebration to our troops
but only seemed to intensify the weeping and heart ache of Mary. Her strength was vanishing by the day. Sorrow was killing her slowly day by day as
we watched.
On July 4th 2013 at squad of American Special
Forces arrived in our compound. A female
soldier of the American’s embraced our Mary and after many minutes of embrace
Mary showed a small but clear smile. Our
troops in attendance shouted “God is Great” “Bless Mary the caretaker of
wounded” “God is Great” A great
celebration took place.
The war ended shortly after the new years. Mary accepted an invitation to leave with the
American’s her new home being in the state of Texas. She has been accepted into a college of Texas
and will study medicine and political science.
It is said she will return to our Country in the
future. She still mourns the dead and
pray’s the gods the salvation of the living.
May Mary’s blessing be upon you.
God is great, god is great, god is great……. blessed be those
that wept upon our blessed Mary.
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