The General’s car chased them, driving past wrecked tanks, shattered buildings, and ever present smoke.
When the retreating rebels crossed the border and left Pyrria forever, Supreme Leader Abbad let out a victory whoop. He’d fought the war for 32 years. The millions dead and many millions who fled never dissuaded his resolve to win at any cost.
He alone seemed happy. None of his staff in the car smiled.
They’ve fought too hard and too long by my side, he thought.
They exited the car at the border, beside the sign marking Pyrrian territory.
“Everybody,” said Abbad. “You’ve earned a break. Go home! General. Where do you live?”
“City of Liqual.”
Abbad grimaced. “That’s not in Pyrria. Habbib. Where do you live?”
“City of Damal.”
“That’s not in Pyrria, either!”
His staff left him there, all by himself. Abbad finally noticed the border sign. It read:
Welcome to Pyrria. Population: 1
Written for What Pegman Saw: https://whatpegmansaw.com/2018/01/06/what-pegman-saw-tel-saki-syria/
The Syrian Civil War began in 2011. As of 2016 more than 400,000 Syrians have been killed. 5 million have fled the country and 6.3 million have been displaced internally.
I normally try to make this place a refuge, a place to find a laugh instead of a cry. But sometimes a picture inspires something other than humor. If you came here looking for a break from the morose, I apologize. This is only a temporary departure. I can’t take anything seriously for too long. More ridiculous notions are on their way here.