The Soldier

“You must remember, Abe, that you always should be good to soldiers,” Nancy said. She was kneading bread at the counter.
“But why?” Able asked.
“Because they have worked very hard to keep America free. They worked and worked and worked. They work so that we can live in America, and so America can stay America.” Nancy smiled.
“So we can live in America?” Abe frowned.
“Yes. You see, America is different than most other countries. We are very lucky to live in America. If the soldiers didn’t fight for us, then we would be ruled by a king.” Nancy shaped the bread into a round and popped it into the oven.
“Is being ruled by a king bad?” Abe asked, leaning over to watch the bread.
“Not necessarily, but we have a much better system in America. You’ll learn all about it when you are older.” She brushed the flour off her hands and began to clean up her mess. “The only thing you have to remember now is to be good to soldiers.”
“Yes, I know,” Abe said. He picked up the flour bucket and dragged it back into the corner. “Are the soldiers fighting right now?”
“Not right now, but I’m afraid they are talking about fighting.” She sighed. “Let’s pray that they don’t have to fight.”
“I will, Mother, I will,” Abe said. He nodded solemnly, and Nancy laughed.
“You don’t have to worry about it, leave the worrying to grown-ups. Now, why don’t you go get your Father off the field? It’s almost time for supper.”
“Yes Mother,” Abe jumped up and ran outside into the warm summer air.
Nancy watched him go, marveling at how her little boy was growing. She pulled out the dishes and began to set the table.
A few years later…
Abe sat on the porch step. He had just finished his chores and was getting ready to go fishing.
“Don’t forget, come back before supper,” Nancy said. She gave him a sandwich to eat on the way.
“I won’t forget,” Abe said. He picked up his rod and pail. “See you then.” He jogged down the dirt road, headed towards his favorite fishing spot.
Abe cast his line out and propped it between two logs. He sat down on a rock and took his sandwich out of the pail.
Nearly an hour later all Abe had caught was a small fish, which he placed in the pail with some water. He threw the crumbs from his sandwich into the water and picked up his fishing rod.
“And I’m off!” He said to himself and looked down at the little fish. “He’ll fall out if I run,” Abe said out loud. He began to walk and was halfway home when he saw a man in a sort of olive green uniform. A soldier! Abe thought.
“Good day,” The soldier said. He was thin and his uniform was a bit baggy.
Abe thought he looked hungry. “Good day,” Abe said. I wish I hadn’t eaten my sandwich. He thought. I could have given it to this man and eaten my fish instead. “Oh!” He said out loud.
The soldier stopped and turned back to Abe. “What?” He asked.
“Would you like my fish?” Abe asked, holding up the pail.
“Your fish?”
Abe nodded. “Yes. You look hungry, I thought-”
The soldier smiled. “Thank you,” He said, and Abe handed him the fish. “What’s your name, boy?”
“Abe. I mean- Abraham Lincoln sir.”
“No need to call me sir. Thank you for the fish, I’m sure it will be tasty.”
“You’re welcome!” Abe said. “I have to go home now,” He said and took off running. He arrived at his house not long after, just in time for supper.
Nancy met him at the door. “You didn’t catch anything?” She asked.
Abe shook his head. “I caught one little fish, but I met a soldier on the road and gave it to him.”
“Well, come in and eat dinner. That was very nice of you.” Nancy said. She smiled at Abe, and let him into the house.

About the only thing school is good for: blog posts. I wrote this one as a History/English assignment and two birds with one story! School and blogging!


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