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Too young

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It was a very cold morning. My mum was shaking me carefully in my shoulder, but I didn’t want to get up yet. Why did she wake me up this early? Suddenly I realized what we’d been talking about the day before, and I jumped out of my bed.


“Mum, what time is it” I asked, “have I overslept?” I ran out in the kitchen and looked around.

“Where’s dad? He’s not up yet?”

“Well, he’s gone alright. Don’t you remember what we were talking about yesterday?”


Mum was folding my clothes like nothing had happened.

“He’s gone?” I wanted to cry, but I was a big boy, I had to show her that. “But… I was going to go with him! You promised!”

“I certainly didn’t!” she said, put her hand on my shoulder. “You’re too young yet, we simply couldn’t let you go. We don’t want to lose you already, you know.”


I couldn’t believe what she was telling me! Dad promised me that I could come with him to the great battle, and he even said that I might get to kill a Yankee.  

I was 13! How could mum say that I was too young? I was nearly a grown up!

I ran out the door, and whistled two long, high tones. After a couple of seconds a beautiful, black horse came down the hills, running like crazy. It was my very own horse, Stain. I figured out that it must have been a couple of hours since dad left. And the only way I could catch up with him was on Stains back. When mum saw what I was doing, she came out of the house and yelled at me: “You’ll get killed! Please, stay!”

“No! I’m going to go with dad, and do not try to stop me mum.”

Stain began to gallop as fast as he could from the little hut we lived in, and I felt the chill air against my cheek. When I looked back, mum was only a little, black thin in the horizon.


After a while I could see a shadow on the side of the road 10 meters ahead of me. I went down to check what it was. When I got closer, I could see that it was a man. He didn’t have any clothes on, and he was bleeding from his chest.


“Hey boy” he said with a weak voice. “Who are you?”

“I… I’m nobody” I said with a stupid look in my face. I was scared.

“Please boy, please take me to the village over there, it’s not far. Please, help me here.” I was so terrified that I couldn’t do anything.

“Hey boy, please help me now, I’m dying! Come on; help me up on your horse!” I still couldn’t say anything.

“OK, I’m warning you” he said, and took up a rifle beside him.

“Help me now! Quick!”

I saw the rest of a blue jacket next to him. He was a Yankee.

“OK, I’ve warned you. Help me now, or else…”

After 2 seconds I heard a big bang, and then everything was dark.”


4 minutes later I woke up again. My stomach was burning, and it kept on ringing in my head.

“I’m sorry mum... You were right” I whispered.

And then everything went black again.

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