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13 July 2010 @ 10:35 pm
Reflections - The General, 1927 (Ficlet)  
I can still remember one of the first times me an' Jimmy went to the movies.

Sure, it don't sound like much now, but movin' pictures was a pretty big thing back then. Can still remember what we went to see, too - Buster Keaton's 'The General' - an' I can remember Jimmy almost hootin' his stupid hairy ass off. I swear, I recall thinkin' that I hadn't saved his ass from that sniper in White Oak Swamp just to have him die laughin' in a goddamn movie theater.

Can't even remember where that was, now. Somewhere 'round Virginia, I think. 'Course, the battles had already started t'blur into one by then. First World War'd been over for a while, an' for most of the kids watchin' that movie with us, it really had been their first war, an' their only one. For me an' Jimmy, shit, it'd been our - third? Fourth? Gettysburg, St-Mihiel, Santiago, Shenandoah - we'd already seen 'em all.

Couldn't help but start wonderin', even back then, how many more of 'em we would end up seein'. Sure, we knew we could heal, but how long was that gonna last? Just about everyone we'd known when we'd first signed up had died by then anyways, eaten up by old age if a rifle ball or a stray piece of shrapnel hadn't gotten to 'em first - an' that was just the ones what got killed by the other side. Jesus, an' people wonder why I don't wanna suddenly be B-F-fuckin'-F with every son-of-a-bitch that I bump into.

Shit, if Jimmy'd been laughin' any louder, he'd have been lucky to make it out of the damn theater in one piece.

((OOC: Random history!drabble is random. Mun apologises for any glaring historical inaccuracies. Commentary is more of an IC reflection than anything else, and other characters should not assume that they've 'overheard' this and have this knowledge.))
Current Mood: pensivepensive
Current Music: "The Best Is Yet To Come" - Metal Gear Solid 4 OST
Jessica Davies Creedpdxrain on July 14th, 2010 06:28 am (UTC)
Well writ! Love it. And here's a little fic for Victor from Jessie.


Jessie looked around their room and thought about Victor. Sometimes she forgot how old he was, he was such a vigorous lover he didn't seem like he was nearly two hundred years old.

Victor had told her about some of the things that he had seen and experienced; fighting in the Civil War, World War I, World War II. He hadn't told her everything, of course. There was just too much for him to tell her all of it. Imagine, all the changes all the things he'd seen in his lifetime... The invention of air travel, the telephone, the television. Movies of rockets silently traveling to the moon and men really walking on the moon! Events that shaped the world, that shaped him, even before she was born in 1980!

He made her feel so young. All that he had seen and done, and still he managed to maintain the thoughtfulness and consideration of a twelve year old! It appeared her husband was totally oblivious to the invention of an item as simple and easy to use as the dirty clothes hamper!

Shaking her head, she picked up his pants and shirts that he'd left strewn around the room and with a sigh, she dumped them into the hamper herself.

Edited at 2010-07-15 03:57 am (UTC)
Martinitime_schizo on July 14th, 2010 10:01 am (UTC)
Love first person drabbles. Reminds me, I owe you a Western drabble.....*Scurries off to work on it.*