Note: Characters in this story are based off traits from the characters by Hidekaz Himaruya. I am not saying that they are original, nor am I making money off of this piece of FICTION. There is also slight swearing and French, so please excuse my terrible grammar and spelling. Italics are thoughts.
This is a story I wrote for my English Essay. It is Raw and Unedited.
'The war had been going on for a year now, and casualties had been sustained on both sides. There is no sign of the end, but we must not give up hope.
'Your brother, Authur Kirkland'
The man sighed, ran his left hand through his scruffy blond hair, rolled the strip of paper, addressed it to his brother Allistor, placed it into a small canister and stood up. He walked past other men and women who also appered to be writting home. As he reached the door frame, he heard his name being called.
"Arthur! Zere you are." Another blond man ran up to him, obviously French if his acsent was anything to go by. "I 'ave been looking for you. A truck 'as come by and brought us supplies. Can you believe it iz almost Chritmas?"
Christmas, already? Thought Arthur. Granted, there is plenty of snow on the ground, but I could have sworn that it was still the middle of November. He brushed off this thought and confronted the man, "What are you doing here Francis. This is the British camp. Your camp is on the other side of the hill." And far away from me.
"Oh don't be like zat, we are allies, and our generals have agreed to a Christmas party tomorrow. I hope you will join us!" Francis replied cheerily to his long time friend.
Arthur grit his teeth and stated, "I have no intrest in getting myself and alerting our enimies of our position in the middle of the night! The Germans could see our find and bomb us to kingdom come without us even knowing!"
"But Arthur, you've been working yourself too 'ard, and we are deep in Allies territory. Besides, they didn't send us enough alchohol to get both camps drunk, zat would be silly!" The Frenchmen argued.
"No, I am not going to that party, you frog. You will just end up molesting all of the girls and half of the guys there. Now I'm going to find a pigion and get some sleep." Arthur stalked off, not waiting for Francis' reply.
*10 o'clock at night*
The party appered to be in full swing, and everyone dancing and drinking.
Everyone except Arthur.
Arthur was trying his best to sleep, but the party was not what was keeping him awake. He decided to take a walk to clear his head. As he exited his tent, he noticed a familer figure sitting on a log by the fire with his back turned to Arthur.
What's that bloody frog doing here? I could have sworn he would have been at the party. Arthur walked up to Francis and sat down beside him. "What are you doing here, frog."
Francis sighed and said, "Tonight is not a night for l'amour, it is a night for being zankful."
"Thankful? Why should we be thankful?" Arthur questioned, "We are in the middle of a war here."
Francis replied, "Zat is the reason. We are alive in a land of death, we are healthy, and we are saving our loved ones from the Axis."
"Well, I guess that makes sense." Arthur answered, grudginly.
They sat there for a while watchig the fire. As they did, Arthur thought of his family back in London. He looked at Francis as he stood up and walked back to his camp
Because the best gifts in life are the simplest ones.