The Other One

by Amateur Bacon Cook

'PVT James Bight, Royal Berkshire Regiment. K.I.A.' We are now aware that Sergeant Davies and his platoon commander were whisked off to Rhudaur on the first of July, nineteen-sixteen. But another name in that evening's Times was claimed by that selfsame grenade. Accompanying drabble to 'It's a Long, Long Way'.

1st July 1916

11 a.m. to 2 p.m.

Got hit by a German stick grenade along with the platoon sgt. and commander. By some fluke I am mostly uninjured, but I am now in a dark forest. Very quiet, no guns. Rifle is not lost and by my side, also undamaged. Trees are thick, very little sunlight comes through. No sight of Jerry or any fellow soldiers, must be far from front line.

There is a spider-web behind me spanning two trees. Only sign that something is alive here. If I don't return please send this pay-book to my mother Fanny Bight or my sister Anne.

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Author's Note:

Something to keep everybody interested as the main piece trundles on behind the scenes. The fragmented sentences and missing commas should evoke the terseness of pay-book entries. This is indeed a Lord of the Rings fanfiction in only the loosest sense — it only belongs in the category because Private Bight has landed himself in Mirkwood.

I'll leave you to work out his fate.

A.B.C.