Lost is the soul of a boatless man

Sunday, November 17, 2013

She Never Touched The Ground

The morning rose without consequence.  It began with the breakfast mess and the smell of strong of coffee on the stove.
    Lily's father appeared from the lower decks with a box marked shortwave radio.
Atop the box was a manual marked Seimens SWT-2.3-101 tattered as it was it was a manual
for our homes inner workings.
  Lily quizzed,"Whatcha' got Daddy?" 
  "It's a box for the future", her father replied.

The time that morning was spent digging through the box of stuff and the diagrams
of the manual. Lily, small as she was fell upon something in the box that she exclaimed,
"It's a picture of Grandpa, What's he got?"  Her Grandfather held strange antenna it was
circular with a hoop shape on top. The base held a black box about the size of a car battery.

 "I don't know", her father said. " Maybe it's something important maybe not"?
 Lily went back to Betty Ruth and said," He doesn't know a good thing when we see
it.
   Lily's father continued with the shortwave, plugged it in to the household electric,
waited for it to warm up, put his ear to the speaker, just as a voice broke through.
"Pon-Pon  does anyone have survival medical kit ", "I am located 40 miles north of
Ames Ia.", " please respond".
  Lily looked as though he had opened Pandora's box, " Daddy we have to save them"!
  " Lily that's 20 mi. from here!", what would you and mom do?"

    "What is that daddy going to do", Lily looked at him, knowingly.
The day hadn't started the way he planned but, he knew he had to ride if he would
make it by nightfall if he was to help whomever had come across the air.
   He also knew that anyone out there with a 2 way was worth meeting.

  Stringing a quick split wire antenna he responded to the pon with a
request for location.
  
 They responded with a location and a warning of "Stay away from the roadways,
 and stick to the river bed.", And who ever you are God bless you."

He told mom he had to go and kissed them both and dropped down the tower on the
service crane onto the top of the barn platform at the bottom. It was a small wire cage reserved
for the crane on the outside of the tower.  Depending on the wind it dropped to the
 front, side, or back of the barn roof.

 Lily's father saddled the horse, and loaded his med bag, and a rifle, with his trusted sword
slid in the sheath just under his saddle bag.
  He said a prayer, and kicked his horse alive and headed south.
The thought was , what am I doing, but, his heart was telling him this is good.

Lily told Betty Ruth that her dad was brave and on a mission from God,
"besides the world depends on us."




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