would always take the shortcut home, when it was my turn to walk
the dog. It was quicker and easier, it wasn't my dog you see but
my older brothers. He had gone away to War; always the better son
at everything. School, Athletics the lot I hated him for it.
this dog always took its time, its leg up at every moment. I began
to hate it and would drag it round the walk.
grave yard was dark and foreboding at twilight, but I wanted to
get home. I had no choice but to get it over and done with, so with
a deep breath I went in.
bushes looked almost alive, the shadows were dark and menacing and
that damn dog sniffing, stopping at every moment. Every time I would
tug it and every time it would yelp.
dog stopped and whimpered it wouldn't go on any more. I tugged and
cursed it but it was rigid to the spot. I suddenly felt very cold,
the wind had picked up. I could hear something a long way off like
a storm. The sun had gone blood red as it was setting behind the
trees again, I cursed the dame dog as it lay on the ground, telling
it I wasn't going to carry it.
could hear it more clearly now the sounds of shouting and a closer
sound of hoofs in fact very close. The snort or bark of breathing
from a frightened horse. I picked up the dog and ran falling twice,
the sound was almost behind me I didn't look round the foul smell
coming from over my shoulder. Out we shot and I ran home never once
I got in Mum and Dad were sitting at the table a telegram in there
hands, both were crying. I started to tell them of my ordeal but
they just passed me the telegram, my brother was dead killed on
the battle field on his horse. I just stood still the sounds still
ringing my head."