Verdun, 1917 by Felix Vallotton
Now here he was, cradled in the webbing seat of the uncomfortable cool cave
of the C130’s cargo hold.
Looking out at the sunny cumulus cloud
filled sky watching the beautiful billowy clouds passing in close proximity to
the plane’s window. Eddie was startled by a cloud formation that resembled a
person of great stature sitting on a throne.
He tried to decide if
the cloud sculpture was Odin, or Zeus, or may be Neptune
No not Neptune He’d show up if they
crashed in the ocean.
No, No it couldn’t be God he thought.
Well, He supposed it could be but anyway it was sure a curious
As he continued to stare and conjure imaginings he
suddenly heard a voice, a deep baritone voice and there was no mistaking that it
was coming from the “God” on the cloud throne.
The voice and the
words were so clear, he had to look beside him to see if there was someone
sitting beside him and talking to him.
Nope, he was alone.
The voice said: Don’t come back this way again!
Eddie came home in 1965 and the war continued for another ten
years. Interestingly, Eddie refused to watch any newscast or read
any media concerning the war because when he did so he would be overcome with a
strong to desire to go that way again.