JACK
The beginning of the journey
Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: Matthew 7:7
Oh, I’m in Louisiana.
My family line like a village master. I certainly think so.
My grandfather or great-grandfather was a pioneer immigrant from France.
Jack. That is my name.
In my head I have a spell called Jacob, JACQUE.
I’m between the ages of seventeen and eighteen.
All around, black smoke like fog. It smells bad.
It is the smells of people, homes and everything burnt.
Oh it’s terrible smells.
Then there is the smell Burnt smell of gunpowder, burnt iron,
and sour smell, oily that smell is floating around.
My therapist was guiding me to reach the grasslands.
But, the place where I descended was certainly a grassy
plateau, but there was a scene that was not a lush grassland.
I’m into the middle of the war.