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War, battle, fight – one against the other.

The purpose?

Who really knows.

But one man will not let the dying die alone.

What does he do?

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Thirsty…Thirsty…Thirsty. Parched lips everywhere. Dried throats thick with death. He walked, looked, then stopped. His water sack hung from his shoulder, its bulge nestled into his side. The man had found another. This one was on the verge of death. ‘Open your mouth, brother. Cool water. Drink.’ He carefully tilted the leather satchel. Only a […]

The Dying Belong to No One by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores

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26 Comments on “The Dying Belong to No One by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores

  1. A very descriptive and hard-hitting piece of writing, Terveen. Even in the darkest of moments there is always a flicker of compassion. Your story brings to mind when hostilities were stopped in the First World War on Christmas Day so soldiers from each side could mix and celebrate the day. The next day battle was recommenced.

    • It seems so coordinated, like vested interests taking a break so that the pawns can mingle and then resume dying and killing. But that’s the way of the world. May more find compassion and understanding. Take care, Davy. Good luck ahead! 🙂

  2. I saw such scenes in movies and I don’t know what I would feel if I were to walk among the dying. I probably would not last long. And love “the last drops of decency”–a beautiful phrase!

  3. This couldn’t be more apt. History is littered with stories of war and names of Kings and rulers who won or lost, but we seldom know the story of the ones doing the dirty thing – fighting. Your words put to life the scenes one could only visualize and every little conversation was bringing to life the unique pain they had to endure. Great!

    • Thanks so much, Deepak. Yes, those last moments must be so painful and horrifying – the knowledge that death is merely seconds or minutes away. So many have sacrificed themselves for the gains of others. That’s the sad reality of the powerful vs the powerless. Appreciate your wise reflections.

  4. Such a thought provoking piece, Terveen! And a powerful ending. ‘Water is more precious than blood’. This story will stay with readers for a long time.

  5. for land
    lend a bent hand
    or pay the price
    in silver or gold
    or worse
    for your life

    • It seems lives really don’t hold much value. Mine, yours, so many – however, the rich and powerful tell another story.

      • lives are gifts. they ones who can and see fit share it. this shit is free. victory from defeat. unfit autistic and raging against them that think they re better than me

        • There’s truth and power in those words. Someone’s always ready to judge and look down because normalcy is their damn property. Haha. Weird in every way but who really cares. I feel sorry for them.

          • they are who they are . blood is blood by birth. but marriage like a horse and carriage is not blood and you my wife are neither my friend nor mate. hate to say but true both tomorrow and to day.

          • That is true. We’re in this alone no matter how much we fool ourselves. Even blood doesn’t pass the test many times. I guess ‘me’ and ‘I’ are also disconnected. Concepts that try to make sense of the vastness and every tiny space of occupation.

          • you are someone terveen. i am the ultimate epitome of a fuck up. there is no crossing this abyss. nothing is amiss. you said it all with your tacit inaction. how sad.

          • There’s so much to write about. Imaginary people are better than real ones though the line separating them is thin. Take care, John.

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