
Reuven watched in horrified fascination as Tolbert’s white buttocks heaved between the girl’s legs. She struggled, and Tolbert slapped her face, then pinned her arms to the table. In moments it was over.
“Your turn, mate,” he said cheerfully, pulling up his breeches.
In an agony of shame, Reuven fumbled with his laces. He didn’t want the girl. And yet in war you could do anything, take anything. He wasn’t hard. But he didn’t want his friend to make fun of him.
“Come on, lads, gotta get this grub back to camp,” Carnvel called from the door.
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Brutal stuff here, Neil, showing the horrific things we do to each other to be one of the gang.
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Yes. Reuven isn’t a bad fellow, but he does tend to drift with the crowd
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Good grief! That was an opening line to end all opening lines. And the finishing line wasn’t so dusty either. Well done.
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I wasn’t sure whether this was too nasty for FF. Thanks for reading
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I tend to take the view that if it happens in real life, then there’s no valid reason to shy away from writing about it. And there’s no doubt that this happens in real life. Sadly.
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Dear Neil,
You’ve depicted the horrors of war very well. You made me care about Reuven who I’m glad was interrupted. BTW. I have a character in my novels named Reuven. 😉 Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle. Reuven is a character in one of my novels. This is the incident that comes back to haunt him
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Is it published or in progress?
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It’s been serialised (http://bigworldnetwork.com/site/series/aprizeofsovereigns/#) but not yet published
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Intriguing. My Reuven is a child.
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A clear concise view of one nasty side of war and human nature. I trust that Tolbert get his comeuppance.
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Tolbert dies in battle very soon afterwards
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That one will get your attention real quick!
DJ
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Brutal. I remember Hemingway writing about a rape during wartime in one of his early stories.
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This is just sad and reinforces my desire to always double check why I do anything.
I hate going with the flow.
Very well written.
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Thanks so much
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I read with “horrified fascination” – the fascination was how you have written a brutal subject with empathy for the ‘victims’ of war – Here all are victims it seems. Well done!
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Yes, I think war brutalises the brutalisers too
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Grim stuff but well written. I wonder if Carnvel is helping Reuven save face? And I wonder if we will ever know the girl’s name or whether she will always remain just ‘the girl’.
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Thanks Claire. Reuven never knew her name, though she haunts his nightmares, so I’m afraid neither will we. She’s another statistic
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No mincing about here. It’s ‘nice’ to be confronted with the difficult but gritty realities of war. It’s so easy for us to avoid habitually but this format enables us to confront it. Superb fiction.
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Thanks so much, Graham
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Horrifyingly accurate. Just another spoil of war. Very well written. Sparse but perfectly formed for that.
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Thanks, Lynn
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My pleasure 🙂
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That we can manage to isolate a people due to their lack of common beliefs and take any action we fee with them is horrifying in itself, not to mention what is visited on this defenseless girl.
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This is a horrific story of the way men identify with war… never speaking up against… I fear what I would have done myself… and how you cope with yourself afterwards.
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I can tell you Reuven pays a terrible price
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I sincerely hope that Tolbert wakes up screaming…
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Tolbert dies in battle
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That was a shocker, but well portrayed!
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Thanks, Clare
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Grim, Brutal but so very good 🙂
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Thanks, Helen
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Rotten stinking war turns men into survivalist savages. Unfortunately, in a fallen world, this is the norm.
You packed a lot into that story, including the big wallop. Nailed it, Neil!
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Thanks. William
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Wonder why men who think it manly to fight a war outside, won’t fight the war inside! Shame!
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Perhaps because heroes are made by other men, not by nature
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I hate Tolbert!
I feel sorry for Reuven.
I’m grateful for Carnvel’s sudden interruption.
I’m horrified by the whole thing, although I know all this happens.
Although I don’t think I could write such a scene, I’m impressed by your terse handling of the whole, horrible incident in poor Reuven’s life.
Very well-written story, Neil!
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Thanks. I really wasn’t sure about writing this
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Yes, it was pretty raw and nasty, but you conveyed the poor fellow’s plight well. I wondered about the plight of the girl, though. She was part of a statistic, I guess.
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What a disturbing image to start a story with but so tragically realistic. I think Reuven might need to get some new friends.
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I think that’s how soldiering works – you bond with your squad. However, in a couple of weeks Tolbert and Carnvel and indeed the whole troop of archers, die in battle
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A chilling look at one of the nasty and brutal “side effects” of an occupation by a conquering (or sometimes liberating) army.
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Welcome to war. Well written, beautifully understated.
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Thanks so much, Patrick
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Good story, Neil. It was vivid but realistic and sadly what often happens in war. I don’t think it went far enough to be unacceptable to FF. Congratulations on your book being published as a series with Big World Network. I followed your link. You’ve led an interesting life. All the best in your writing career now and in future. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks so much Patricia
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The horrors of war don’t stop at the battlefield, not in the past and not now. Excellent writing of, I’m sure, a gripping novel. I’m not really sorry for Reuven although I can understand why he acts like he acts. The one I’m sorry for is the victim..
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Reuven isn’t specially brave or clever or otherwise outstanding, but he’s about as good as most people are
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This was brutal and honest and elicits such a visceral response. You captured a dark moment with such clarity, given the word restrictions and I’m left feeling soiled for having witnessed this and delighted to have read such a wonderfully written piece. Well done, Neil.
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Thank you so much
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Brutal and vivid are definitely the words for this. Starkly written, the writing is exactly right for the subject matter. Brilliantly conveyed.
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Thanks Mick. I’m delighted, not to say a little relieved, at the reception this has had
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Everyone has pretty much said it all. Yes, it’s a brutal scene, but well written.
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Thanks Josslyn
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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Brutal was the word that sprang to mind – I see many other commenters found exactly the same word. You’ve conveyed a different, more individual nastiness to war here. A thought provoking piece. Excellently done. I’m going to have to find something funny to read to get the taste out of my mouth.
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Sorry about the taste, but glad it had an effect. Here’s something I found funny recently as a peace offering:
“Time flies like an arrow.
Fruit flies like a banana”
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That bad taste is gone – thank you!
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Directly you give the girl a name, she’s a person rather than a thing. So that works well, you not naming her. Those same guys would most likely kill a man who raped their mother, sisters, wives, or girlfriends. I’m glad “the girl” was saved by the bell from a second assault. A very well-written comment on how war can turn possibly civilised guys into brutes unbound from the rules of decency.
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Thanks, Sarah. You’re absolutely right about not naming her.
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Ah, the ravages of war, indeed.
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Terrifying, but well written. Interesting to get the perspective of one who doesn’t want to go with the flow but is ensnared in the practice.
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Thanks so much
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So much horror and emotion in so few words.
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Thanks, Dawn
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Upon reading this I was hoping Tolbert got prosecuted for war crimes or crimes against humanity. Is Tolbert just a bad apple or barometer of the norm?
On another thought Erich Fromm observed a phenomenon called “lustful destructiveness”, namely raping, pillaging, and destroying as a means to assert absolute control and play God.
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Tolbert is a pretty normal bloke, I’m afraid, more given to exercising the lusts of war than Reuven. But even Reuven is excited by the fact that in war you can do anything, take anything. I think we don’t really prevent these things happening if we allow ourselves the convenient myth that those who behave like this are demons, not like us
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Horrify, but so well written. I am glad you didn’t give the woman more character – show her face so to speak – because that would have made the story personal.
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I hope it was personal, but I know what you mean
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A very disturbing scene. Superb characterisation in 100 words – Reuven is repelled but driven by his own need for acceptance, and his ‘fumbling with his laces’ show which impulse will win as he briefly justifies to himself why he’s going to do it. Thank goodness for the save at the end. Wow.
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Thanks, Margaret
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Brutally well written, Neil. Let’s not mince words. This horrid act has happened and continues to happen during war. Lucky for Reuven he “saved face” by being called away. Why the need to be “one of the group” is stronger than being “the one who stops this from happening in the first place” is something I just struggle with.
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I think it’s to do with the way fighting spirit is built. Soldiers learn to fight not for Queen and country, but for their unit. Letting your mates down is the worst thing you can do
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You may be right on that one…
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