It has been a long time so here is a scene I wrote from Blood and Water By Katherine Rochholz Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
" It was hours until dawn, but the day had been finished for hours, and I
had to make a choice. I looked at my sleeping sons, so innocent in
their sleep, my hand on my still flat stomach. My third child grew
there. But the ware has starting. And did I turn my back on my beliefs
ingrained in me since I was born or did I leave my husband and take up
the spot as the leader of the rebels? I had been unofficially since the
incident. Never have I had to make a bigger decision so long after the
sunset and so far away from the dawn. But I knew I had to make a
choice. And either way ti would go against something I stood for.
Leave my husband or abandon my beliefs on freedom. My beliefs I fought
for when I joined the Navy in 2001. I closed my eyes and a tear
escaped. The last tear for my husband. I turned and quickly started to
pack. Come morning I and my children would be gone. By the dawn he
would know the choice I made. By the green light of dawn the Green
Coats will have lost their First Lady and the Blue Coats will have
gained their leader. And I will have made a decision so long after the
sunset of a united nation and so far from the dawn of a new age of
Unity."
And Here is a second Excerpt just because I love you all! Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
"I stand in the field that used to feed the world now it is just a
barren wasteland. The bombs have killed the land. I look up at the
heavens as the rain falls. I close my eyes. It washes the blood from
my hands and the dirt from my face. I finally look at the ground again
and watch for awhile, as my heart rate returns to normal, the rain
washing away the lives of the fallen. Blood. I look at and watch the
watered down blood drip from them. The rain washes away the color, even
from the land, but the blood, the life, remains on my hands and in this
now barren land. My worst act and my greatest has killed this land I
love so much. I hope one day when they write the history books the
generation after the end of my life forgives me because as the rain
washes away the evidence of the lives I have taken, as it washes away
the red that stains my hands, I know I will never forgive myself.
Because this war for freedom is my greatest achievement and my worst
act. I close my eyes once more and I let the rain wash away the red of
the blood that will forever stain my hands."