The Blessed Mistake

It was the time of wars. Guns, smoke, bloodshed. As a soldier on the field he was destined to see it and maybe… only this and end his life on the battlefield. But, he never felt sorry at the death of his enemies or comrades and he was pretty sure he wouldn’t in the future.

Sergeant Robin was not on heavy duty today. The outpost had been guarded heavily. Without any Intel no attack was expected. Any ways he wouldn’t be there for a fight if any, Sergeant Robin was making his way to the “Healing Camp” or simply “The Hospital”. A three story building with cracks and crevices looms in the vicinity of his path. The building once had been a hotel, shut down dramatically due to its unhygienic and deleterious service. That had been purposeful, bearing in mind that this building is now the hospital. Victims of war were bought in like how hot pancakes were once brought in. Robin was not here for treatment, he was hereto see someone and tell them something that he had very little knowledge of, a message. As he entered the building a breeze of cold air hit him. He was greeted by the warm smile of a nurse

and before he had time to speak she started.
“Hello you must be…. Well he hasn’t got much to
Sergeant Robin objected.
”I know that you have problems, still he is your father.
He needs you now. Come on along now, We’re losing daylight.”

The nurse was pushing. The situation looked exigent. Through the bleak surroundings they walked. Two stories up they entered a room that smelled of a mild disinfectant. The whole room looked blue. In the middle of a dozen monitors and gadgets all bleeping and flashing, on a bed lay an old man breathing with difficulty, sleeping. The nurse woke him up and he looked at the new member with surprise.

“Your son”

The nurse broke the silence.

A teardrop rolled down the man’s face and rested on thechin. He looked on with his blurred and diminishing vision

“I knew you would come.”
He said.

Not wanting to intrude the family reunion, the nurse left. The nurse sat on a cold bench going through her inventory of thoughts.

It was a warm day. Amidst the clash and chaos between the Guerilla warriors lots of casualties were bought in but the condition of General William Pickering was the worst. He was admitted and diagnosed. Sadly he had only a few days more to live but he was told that he could live for two months. Father and son had been on the battlefield until the son was transferred.

“I want to see my son…..for the last time….forever”

Taking pity she granted his wish, possibly his last as he future looked bleak, sending this information out. As the man was going through his last hours his son had come. As she sat recalling there the events, Robin exited and joined her. She spoke

“Your father is a very pessimistic man. He has only been positive about his son. He…..”

Robin spoke, his voice wavering,

“You didn’t let me explain, Ma’am, I’m not his son. I thought he needed me, the situation was already bad. So I just played along, I don’t even know……

Her expression changed to one of fury and fear.

“What?! Then who are you? Why are you…..
“I’m Sergeant Robin. I have come here to report a death. It’s the death of a senior cadet John Pickering….

Suddenly a lab attendant came running from above

“Ma’am General Pickering has passed”

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she realized her mistake. Robin felt awed. What was it that had bought him here, at this moment? What made him play along, unable to refuse? God?

Two floors above General William Pickering was resting in eternal sleep but for once in a long time he had felt joy. His last thoughts were positive. His heart had stopped but it was brimming with joy. His son had came, had talked to him. His son’s face even though blurred was eternal before his eyes as he drew his last breath. Robert was having a sensation he had never felt despite having gone through lots of blood and death, for the first time he felt something he couldn’t yet place, sympathy?…pity?

The nurse was still wondering at what she’d done. Did this question her ethics? Even though she served victims of war she was still a women of deep set emotions and feelings.

Still She was partly glad for her mistake………….The Blessed Mistake.

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