” That daft king, stealing all those poor priests’ holy items and selling them for MONEY” cried my wife Kate.
It was a dull day and a runaway priest came to my home. I had to let him in or otherwise he would have been beheaded. But even if I let him in I would also have been in trouble.
The priest was carrying a sack with something inside. I just caught a slight glimpse of treasure before he tucked it away. Kate was preparing a meal for him. He was shaking like a leaf.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
” Kate, hide the priest and his treasure ” I whispered.
” But where would we hide it?” she asked.
I didn’t know but I had to think of something fast…
It was 1916 in Dublin, Ireland and a rebellion was on and a tonne of supplies were being delivered through the Liffey .
The great ship sailed up the Liffey but where would I hide it all from the British, that was the question.
That day they were ready for the ship but it never turned up and was ambushed by the heavy machine guns and the great machinery of war.
No supplies ever got to the harbour. The Irish got so mad that they planned an ambush on a bridge and the Irish were on buildings shooting with the last ammunition they had left.
We were driving through the rough Registan desert in Afghanistan . A gargantuan cloud of dust was forming behind our convoy . I was in the lead truck of the convoy . We were selling our biggest amount of weapons to our richest client ever . We didn’t want to get caught . These type of things went well. Usually .
I wondered if we were in danger of being caught where would we hide it all . I had a rifle on my lap just in case things went south . If this went well I could move myself and my family into the bigger city and get a better job than being a criminal . Two hours later we arrived . Our clients had erected a camp and were waiting for us . The men saw us. They immediately started firing at us . My truck was first to get attacked. My attempts to escape were feeble . Suddenly everything was dark.