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The army hastily arrived determined to see
we followed the faith.
Papers were thrust in front of us.
Large black  type shouted from the bottom:
‘SIGN HERE.’

Some smaller print (almost impossible to read)
stated the regulations.

My stubborn old Grandpa refused
- ‘a matter of principle’ he said - to sign such papers.

He was immediately beaten & at a nod from the commander
shot from behind in the head.

A bevy of children
scurried like rats down alleys & round corners.

Bullets aimed at insurgents
bounced into them. Some of them presently recovered
(luckier than grandpa) in corners of the hospital.

Our new commander quickly assembled the people.
He said to them: ‘Liberty & happiness
to all who’ve signed & are willing to work
will be restored instantly!'

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MY DEAREST DARLING OLD GRANDPA – silly old man!
(still unburied though 2 hours dead )
CLENCHED HIS TEETH & SIGHED BITTERLY.

Note

The army marches like a stream of ants, obliterating the surroundings & destroying all but the faithful. Grandpa, definitely not one of them, stands in the way & is quickly removed.

The children, frightened & ignorant, are either chased into oblivion or converted.

The army commander is afraid that Grandpa could never be converted! Fools of this kind are better dead!