" Love an War" Chapter 1 Part 3

Nancy Czerwinski By Nancy Czerwinski, 24th Feb 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1uj9qhnt/
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The story that I'm sharing actually came from a dream I had over a year ago. It has war, survival and love in it. I do believe there are some lessons to learned from this fictional tale.

Nightfall

Max had made plans to visit his friend Randal after he helped close up the food pantry. He was looking forward to sitting down and coming up with a plan for rebuilding in the future. This was always in the back of Max's mind and he shared his thoughts with his friend. Randal was on the same page as Max and they shared the same ideas. They both believed that things could be turned around and the world could be a better place. It would take a lot of work but there was always a deep belief that it could be done. For now things were hard but spring would come and hopefully some sort of treaty. Everyone was hoping for peace. There had been so much destruction that the only thing left was starting over. When Max got to the place Randal was staying he found that Randal wasn't feeling well. He actually looked terrible. Max thought he should go to the clinic for some medicine. It was obvious he had a fever. He wished him well and decided to go to the bath house. It had been a really stressful day and he thought it would be a good night to turn in early. The temperatures were dropping down to -20 and that was bone chilling to say the least. Arctic temperatures were dangerous and this winter had been exceptionally bad. It was so cold that even the explosions off in the distance had stopped. Max was sure they'd start again in the morning. Although it looked to Max like the snow would start falling again. If there was any luck at all maybe the frigid conditions would bring peace faster than a bunch of men sitting around a table in Washington trying to come up with a plan. Max was sure if they were on the streets instead of warm in the White House they would figure out a plan sooner than later. It was rough out here on a good day and extremely treacherous on a bad day.

Preparing for a long night

Max walked into the bath house and noticed that most of the showers were empty. That was unusual. It had only been open for a couple weeks and people were always coming and going on a regular basis. Early evening was a popular time. He walked over and opened the large cabinet door and grabbed one of the paper bath towels and a small sliver of soap. He picked the shower farthest from the door. The warm water felt good after a long day. The temperature of the water wasn't hot but the warm water was nice. Max's hair was getting a little too long for his taste but there were no barbers and he didn't want to ask anyone to trim his hair. When things improved he would get a haircut. At this point if his hair continued to grow he would look like a hippy from the 60's. The one good thing was that long hair kept you warmer. The arctic temperatures made people think of all different things. It was possible that his longer hair was a blessing in disguise.

Max's room at the rooming house

When Max walked through the front door of the rooming house Miss Renee was sitting in her favorite chair. She had a book open and appeared to be reading. On closer observation Max could tell that she had fallen asleep reading. Her days were long and by nightfall she would be ready for a good night's sleep. Max spoke her name and she jumped a little. She smiled when she saw Max. He was one of her favorite guests. He had helped her just last evening when she couldn't keep the generator running. She was very thankful for him. Max said "good night" and went straight to his small room. He was very thankful for the warm bed on a cold night like this. Max always slept in his clothes. During these times of turmoil he never knew when he would have to handle some dire situation. Before he would go to sleep at night he would set up empty pop cans in front of his door. He would find them discarded along the road and put them in his bag. Then he would bring them home and add to his collection. He had at least 15 cans stacked in front of his door. He wanted to know when someone walked into his room. The wooden door was not a secure door. It did have a latch but if someone wanted to come in it wouldn't be hard. He slept with his gun on the little chair next to his bed. It was always loaded as a precaution. When he crawled into bed it felt exceptionally good. He had two old blankets on the bed along with a grey comforter. He was very thankful for what he did have. It took a few minutes to get really warm. His body heat warmed the bed fast. He nodded off to sleep almost immediately. Max had an early morning call to get the generators up and running at the food pantry. He was sleeping soundly and in the dream he thought he could smell the fresh coffee brewing in the cafeteria. The next thing he knew he was awake and it was time to go off to the food pantry.

A frigid morning

Max jumped out of bed with a start. He had slept in and should have been up at 4:00 a.m but according to his old watch it was 4:35. It was very important that he get to the food pantry and start up the generators before the kitchen help arrived. He pulled on his old boots and grabbed his coat, hat and thermal gloves. He placed his gun in the holster he wore under his coat. His bag was sitting on the table so he grabbed it. He quietly removed the cans from the front of his door. It was obvious that nobody tried to enter his small room. The noise would have alerted everyone. He placed the cans in an old box near the end of his bed. When he left he shut and locked the bedroom door. Luckily for him Miss Renee kept an eagle eye out for anything that happened in her house. His belongings would be safe. She had a shotgun close by at all times and she carried a smith and Wesson 38 caliber handgun with her no matter what she was doing. She could take care of herself and the rooming house. In these cold temperatures there wouldn't be many out looking to do harm this early in the morning. Everybody would be staying where it was warm.

Walking to the food pantry

Max had a late start but he was almost to the food pantry when he heard a vehicle coming up along the road. Max ran behind a tree and watched as it went by. It was an army truck. He found that very odd. It wasn't 5:00 a.m. yet. It might take Max awhile but he'd figure out what was going on. After the army truck passed by Max came out from behind the tree and continued along to the food pantry. He went behind the building and took the generators out of the big old shed. Since he was late he only had a few minutes to get them all up and running.

To be continued

All pictures shared from Wikimedia commons

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Arctic Temperatures, Chaos, Explosions, Figting, Food, Friendship, Generators, Medicine, Safety, Water

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
I'm a mother and a grandmother. I love to write and be creative. If I can make one person smile I've done what I set out to do.

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
24th Feb 2015 (#)

Thanks Mark for the quick moderation. Blessings to you!

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author avatar Shamarie
24th Feb 2015 (#)

I like your story, Nancy and the pictures! Keep writing! You have something special here!!!

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
24th Feb 2015 (#)

Shamarie, thank you so much for taking the time to read my story! I really appreciate it and I thank you for the wonderful comment. I think I'm modeling Max from all the wonderful people on Wikinut! You being one of them! Blessings.

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author avatar Retired
24th Feb 2015 (#)

I am astounded that you remember your dream after a year. Also, your dream story carries a clarity and common-sense actions that belie the scrambled, senseless, convoluted activities that commonly occur in dreams.

They represent the most noble and positive activities that might occur in the nightmare that we hope never comes: WWIII.

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
24th Feb 2015 (#)

LeRain you are such a doll to take time out of your day to read and comment on my story. I keep remembering this dream. I've of course modeled the story around the dream and added my own ramblings to it. I love the word noble that you used to describe activities in the story. I guess I could think of Max as noble. Maybe he's like a knight in shining armor. Blessings to you today and always dear friend.

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author avatar Kingwell
24th Feb 2015 (#)

The story is very interesting and I'm looking forward to the next chapter. Blessings.

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
24th Feb 2015 (#)

Kingwell, thank you so much for taking the time to read my fictional story. Max is becoming my new best friend. He will be so easy to write about. Blessings to you.

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author avatar n.c.radomes
25th Feb 2015 (#)

Congratulations for your unique writing ability, but I think you've forgotten something to make reading a bit pleasurable to the readers. How about editing to break article into parts with unique sub-titles to increase traffic..

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
25th Feb 2015 (#)

n.c radomes. Thank you for your comment. I'm not sure what you mean. I share one part each day and I do break it down into parts. If you could explain I would appreciate it. Thanks Nancy

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author avatar Carol Roach
25th Feb 2015 (#)

I wonder what comes next?

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
25th Feb 2015 (#)

Carol, thank you so much for reading my story. It is so cold for Max and I think he would be just as happy as me if it would warm up. Life is so hard with freezing temperatures.

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author avatar Retired
25th Feb 2015 (#)

What a great post!

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
25th Feb 2015 (#)

Carmen, thank you so much for taking the time to read my fictional story. I've been having such a good time writing it. Peace is part of the lesson that I'm trying to share here.

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author avatar Retired
25th Feb 2015 (#)

Yes, we need peace in this world today. Keep writing and making a difference. Excellent story!

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
25th Feb 2015 (#)

Carmen, thank you for such a kind comment.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
25th Feb 2015 (#)

War and calamity bring us together but we don't need them to open our eyes. Your story says it all, the good will shine even brighter during dire times. Thanks Nancy for a thought provoking share - siva

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
25th Feb 2015 (#)

Thanks so much Siva for such a wonderful comment!

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author avatar Sherri Granato
25th Feb 2015 (#)

What a dream! Dreams usually do have a message for us to take from them. You certainly captured yours well and shared it even better. I am an avid dreamer as well. I still can remember the more prominent ones from years ago.

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
25th Feb 2015 (#)

Sherri, thank you so much for stopping by and sharing such a wonderful comment. I remember my dreams from when I was little. Can you imagine? Hugs on this chilly day!

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author avatar Fern Mc Costigan
27th Feb 2015 (#)

Give peace a chance, Nancy wonderful post!

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
27th Feb 2015 (#)

Thank you so much Fern for taking time to read my story. You are the best. I wish peace for the whole world.

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author avatar Utah Jay
27th Feb 2015 (#)

We must
learn to pay attention to our dreams. This kind of thing is not too far out of the question when one stops and thinks that we have printed over 4 trillion dollars to hold the stock market and the banks up with and it is money that backed by nothing but a smile and a wink…And what goes up must come down.

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
27th Feb 2015 (#)

Utah Jay, thank you so much for taking time to read my story. I must say that I agree with your comment totally and completely. Hugs to you today and always.

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