SOJI’S CROSS BY Glory Young (CHAPTER 1) [STORY]
‘Old soldier’ they had nicknamed him, his ungraceful appearance, suffering in his eyes and foul smell which accompanied him every where he went. He could never recall his last bath, only the one he would be having whenever he deemed it fit. He was in his late 30’s but his lanky fatigued features made him look like a malnourished old man in his 50’s, his appearance had earned him his nickname ‘old’ and the ‘soldier’ he earned himself after joining the military 6 years ago, before quitting 4 years later to become a dirty drinker who had given up on himself.
the old soldier would join other men from the IDP (internally displaced persons) camps to go do menial jobs in neighboring villages for the week and returned on Sundays with their profits to help their families out with cheap food stuffs and other necessities. The old soldier would take a small cut from his earnings to refill his alcohol bottle and give the rest to the widowed women and orphaned children to help with their welfare. He did this every time he made money while he queued with the hundreds to get food from the trailers some of which he distributed as well. He never replied a thank you from the people he helped, he did what he did like it was his duty and no appreciation was necessary. He kept to himself, no friend nor foe, just his sad smelly self and his demons.
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