The street I live on takes on a strange feeling in the evening, especially when it’s damp and cold. Some details about it seem to remind me of Armentieres but I can’t put a finger on what it is exactly. Most of the time I can ignore it but it’s always there at the back of my mind.
The last thing I needed, then, was for some random asshole to set off a large fire cracker not far from me while I was walking to the store.
That was more than three hours ago; my hands only just stopped shaking. Just when I thought I was over being spooked by things like this, I got a painful reminder that part of my mind is still there.
Hopefully Christmas won’t be ruined for me. My mood has taken a nosedive.
This video was in my YouTube recommendations and I thought it would be a description of artillery tactics. Instead, what I got was an elevated pulse and trembling hands.
The detail that really chilled me was the numerous small ricochets you hear. That’s probably shrapnel, and it made my hair stand on end when I heard it.
I remember being on horseback, though I can’t remember where.
The smell of the horses was overpoweringly strong. The ground below us was soft and thumped very gently below the hooves of the horse as it walked at a slow, steady pace. The air was cold, gray, still, silent, and severe.
My eyes were cast down for the most part, my attention on the hooves of a horse nearby, and perhaps a flicker of black and yellow cloth on that other horse. But I don’t think this was Otto II, because this was not in Germany that I know of. There were no trees of any kind, it was just a stark, muddy landscape of rather steep hills so far as I can tell. This may have been in Northern England and it reminded me a bit of the Peak District, though I can’t really place it.