Wednesday, 21 March 2018

THE HEROINES AND HEROES THAT BREED HEROES




Whenever every one hear of people being awarded medals of honors, Victoria cross, order of service and so many damn inciting medals, it seems nobody remembers the real deal behind this people being called heroes, It their mothers and wives to be precise. Legit .Let go to the Past.

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Heroes bred by heroes
FLASHBACK
A young homo sapiens is bornπŸ’‘, looking mild and innocent, fresh blood from his mother shed coat his tender body all over. The mother just went through some damned pain more damned than the pleasure of nine months ago used to introduce this chubby gentle lad into the world. So meek that when the newborn child clocked 2 he can’t harm or kill a cockroach, all dependable that his bones depend on mammary glands fluids to stay strong. His mama taught him all things he need to know and his Dada  strained all his muscles to make sure there are provisions made for this little lad. At 7  this little lad love to follow his mama all the way downtown, helping Dad in the garage is not an exception even if carrying a car jack is too much for the little lad to carry. When being bullied at school his grandfather prove to send his feeble hands to take martial art classes and things worked well for the Lad even if he didn’t win a white belt or black belt. At college, the  Lad grew to become a high school IQ expert, championed all the subjects and win the heart of his teachers.

 However the little lad removed the title little when he clocked 17 and he was bearing all kind of nicknames, never heard of, mainly from his class mates, anyway he still remain a young Lad in this story, but he now hates following his mama downtown, and washing his father car have become a big liability that wasn’t there before, he hate all that stuff he once cherished now! However he remain a genius in academics. Dad now view him as a mystery Lad, disobedient all the same kind and brilliant with sense of humor.
The young Lad grew a to enjoy a wild life and exotic moments until he discovered a true sense of purpose- he decided to join a wing of his country armed force after seeing a national ad When mama heard, she was heartbroken and she tried everything possible to stop him, sweet words, nice meals, task and purpose but he remained adamant, when Dadda heard he grew white! And keep shouting – What! a waste of potential. His colleagues heard it, they envied him while some said, it was a waste of potential, discouragement, insults, sarcasm, euphemism, idioms, hatred, criticism the young Lad Overcame all until became a member of the armed forces! If defending his country is a crime, then he really wants to be guilty
This were the beginning of his problems, being a member of his armed force was no fun as he has expected, video games and movies didn’t tell him the true story of being a 24/7  soldier. Enforced obedience that can make him do 50 things without complaining made him to remembered 5 years back when he do complain of doing one more chore after finishing 6 house chores, yelling back at his mum but here now this grumpy sergeant that is not up to his age is barking out orders to him and he can’t even resist one. Now this young Lad thought he was a strong gym champion  but during training his muscles told him that those dumb bell he do lift during his civilians life is damned dumb. During Snipping class at the shooting range he learn the patience that he refused to exercise while he was a kid when mom was late to serve his dinner or soften his morsel of food, on the dining table over- anxiously waiting for food he had cried out until the empty cup on the dining table is full tears , but here he is now waiting all in the name of Patience to take out a dummy target. However nothing boring comes along without something horny. This Lad goes back home to get someone with emotions like his mama- he got a pretty wife back from his secondary school days. The wedding was a merry to the extent that the Lad Parents were so happy at least the bride is expecting an homo sapiens, a prototype to represent their own son, incase if his brain got blew out by an unexpected circumstance.-----------------Time flies *****


BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!πŸ’£πŸ’£πŸ’₯ The patriots call, the time has come for him to prove his guts, to stop expending his cartridge @ sandbags ,or stop giving martial art kicks @ dummies, to stop exhibiting camouflage, The time has come for him to ejaculate the tension built up in him, The time to prove he is no coward , the time to use all the hell borne training he have received, basically to defend but the reality of killing is not obvious until he venture into this big deal where boys are turned into men. His first kill gave him sleepless night, death of his combat mates warned him to be careful of Post Traumatic Disorder (PTSD) and as time goes on mortar strikes, tank roars.gas hiss, chattered and headless bodies, overflowed adrenaline and Golgothas are now a normal stuff for this Lad! To crown it all he is no longer a Lad, he is a Man!
Meanwhile, he is not the only one fighting this battle, his mom back home is spending so much time at prayer houses, pleading for protection over her son at the frontlines, his Dadda heart pounding so hard that each breath  taken sounds like the atomic bomb dropped on Nagasaki on the  morning of 6 August 1945.
His wife now looking pale, abandoned wearing make ups, clinging to her cell phone and TV for news about the troops at frontlines and particularly news about him. So Lonely that when πŸ’‹πŸ‘„πŸ‘ͺπŸ’˜horny no one can take his place, each time she see her child Junior it reminds her of the face of  her man fighting not the people he hates but  for his loves one he left at home. For real! Junior is now 3 yet he haven’t seen his father , junior only know the man in the big picture frame of his parlor as his father. So many rumours heard about him, even the wife friends cajole her into taking on a new cock but she insist her man lives on.


Missing in action or AWOL no body at home knows. The man have ventured into the real trades of war, form a bond with his comrades as bands of brothers, loosed so much blood and covered great deals of kilometers on foot just to bring the enemy down or escape being captured. Out of ammo, food and communication he is never going to give up as the rules says Leave no man behind, his comrades he saved to be safe until the mission was accomplished  then chopper arrived to take them home where he will no longer be a mere man he is now a HERO
Hero came back home to be greeted with shinning medals that could open a blind man eye, so many awards that make his dad cry for joy, wife diagnosed with joy overflow. When junior saw him he could barely recognize his father.πŸ‘ΌπŸ‘ΌπŸ’§
The hero knew he was not the hero but those that have painstakingly fight the results of his absence at home, they waited for a supposed dead man. Now he is being crowned a hero and his bank account balance flowing so long like a telephone number, as many organizations recognize his feats, a hero indeed but when he look at his grandpa, Dad, mum, wife, son and bosom friends, their appearance  look like they are the one that deserved to be the one called the backbone of his heroic feats. It is his nature to be kind and gentle and humane, but remember when  it comes to matter of protecting his country, his family, fear him for he is also  the most deadliest one who is more powerful and lethal and relentless.
A hero born and breed by heroes and heroines a Hero he remain indeed.πŸ’ͺπŸ’ͺπŸ’ͺπŸ’ͺπŸ‘†πŸ‘†πŸ‘†πŸ‘‰πŸ‘‰HERO.


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