Quill Pen Scratchings
Historical Fiction and other musings
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Chapter 15 They were awake late into the night and slept late into the morning. Edmund had gotten up a couple of times to put more wood on the fire. Clemence had watched him the first time, looking at the firelight dance across his body, but the second time she was asleep, and did not…
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Chapter 14 Clemence carried a stack of plates, each individually separated by a sheet of paper, and placed them carefully into a crate filled with hay. The once productive kitchen was now stacked high with boxes separated into two groups: one to store in the basement of the café, and another, much smaller, to be…
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Chapter 13 He heard a soft tapping at the door, and a click as the handle turned. Clemence stuck her head inside the room. “Wake up, lovely boy!” she said in a loud whisper. She stepped into the room and quietly shut the door behind her. She was wearing a long dress and a white…
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Chapter 12 Sgt. Blaine Rockingham did not return from the next mission. When the pilots landed, several of the planes, including Knox’s, were riddled with bullets. Raoul Lufbery, who had been flying close to Rockingham reported that together they attacked an Albatross observation plane, and as it passed, the tail gunner shot Rockingham’s plane several…
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Chapter 11 Edmund awoke on Thanksgiving morning, and for the first time in quite a while, he did not go over to the hangar to tinker around with the plane. He went to the canteen and ate some bread and drank coffee and then returned to his tent and wrote a note to his Mother…
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Chapter 10 The moon was bright. As he walked, he began to cry. Lightly at first, but then the tears were making it hard for him to see the road. He stepped off the road and sat down on a small embankment. He was alone, and put his head down on his arm, and…
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Chapter 9 Edmund awoke early the next morning. He opened the flap of his tent and looked outside. The rain had stopped. Mist and fog covered the entire camp in ghostly whiteness, and the first chill air of Autumn brushed against his face. He opened the trunk at the foot of his bed, and he…
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Chapter 8 The drive back was faster since he was not in line behind other trucks and troops heading to the front. He did get passed by an occasional ambulance and he also had to stop for gasoline at one of the makeshift gas stations set up by the French army. As he was stopped…
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Chapter 7 The next two months passed with several more missions and several more injuries to men and planes. Nothing as shocking to Edmund as the first had been, but he didn’t know if they were any less gruesome or if he just wasn’t as affected by them. No deaths had occurred either, though Tino…
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Chapter 6 All the men who had been standing quietly around snapped into action, making a show of doing things that they had already done earlier. They were busily rechecking equipment, latching engine cowlings, checking the aileron movements, all while keeping an eye on the line of approaching cars. Tino said that the pilots had…
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