Two hundred words, on the phrase “written in stone”. I know others would come at this challenge differently, but I had no choice in what I wrote:
”Written in Stone”
His hands clenched. The hands that had never held a weapon, the fingers that had never pulled a trigger.
He felt the fear, then…the muscle-clenching, bone-breaking fear that all-but consumes your soul. He who had never before felt true fear.
His body refused to move. The muscles refused to obey and the joints to move. He wanted nothing more than to cry, to curl up and sob in his mother’s arms.
Small, he felt, and insignificant. Part of the tears came from that — oh, yes, did they come from that — but only part. The rest? The rest came from debt…from debt and from gratitude.
Once again, he read those words. The words that had brought true perspective, the words written in stone:
“Here rests in Honored Glory
A Soldier known but to God”