Sergeant Roarke

Photo by: Susan Spaulding

The tour guide led the group through the heavy stone walls of the bunker. Children ate ice cream. Parents wore touristy clothing they wouldn’t be caught dead in at home.

“Aliens were coming,” said the tour guide. “One after the other, human colonies fell. So Sergeant Roarke directed the colony to construct this bunker. It protected against all manner of radiological and biological attacks. It was armed with heavy lasers, normally only found aboard battleships. Nuclear artillery guns dotted the outer walls and massive construction robots were converted to military use.”

“And that’s why they won!” said little Vivian, chocolate sprinkles on her cheek.

“Not quite,” said the guide. “Most of the bunker’s weapons were destroyed during the alien attack. Sergeant Roarke charged outside and personally destroyed the remaining alien battle tanks and killed 100 alien troopers when they surrounded him. His effort broke the back of the alien assault.”

“What a great sacrifice he made,” said Harry, Vivian’s father.

“Oh, he survived, but died shortly after the battle.”

“Succumbed to his wounds. So sad.”

“Oh he was fit as a fiddle!”

“So how did he die?”

The guide shrugged. “Slipped in the shower and broke his neck.”
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Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/05/19/sunday-photo-fiction-may-20-2018/

Author’s Notes:

This was inspired by the real life Sergeant York, American hero from World War One. From Wiki:
“After his platoon suffered heavy casualties and 3 other noncommissioned officers had become casualties, Cpl. York assumed command. Fearlessly leading seven men, he charged with great daring a machine gun nest which was pouring deadly and incessant fire upon his platoon. In this heroic feat the machine gun nest was taken, together with 4 officers and 128 men and several guns.”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alvin_York#World_War_I

About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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14 Responses to Sergeant Roarke

  1. Oops! Good one! 😉

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  2. mandibelle16 says:

    Funny story, such irony to survive all that and then . . Maybe he was just exhausted?

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  3. Loved the mention of Sgt York who’s hometown is just down the road a piece from where I now live. Great twist – loved the story!

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  4. Life is cruel! (Great twist — pardon the pun. Sympathies to Sgt Roarke.)

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    • EagleAye says:

      It sure is. I guess he’d done enough and it was time for him to go home. Anyway, the showers in that bunker were a real pain in the neck… 😉 Thanks Lyn! 🙂

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  5. Lyn says:

    You did surprise me Eric! I was expecting a very different ending to that – more of your quirky-weird instead of just a…well, probably just a bar of soap 🙂

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    • EagleAye says:

      Haha. I try to be like the Spanish Inquisition. “Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!” Roarke probably did slip on soap and that’s how he broke his next. The aliens should’ve been shooting bars of soap at him. 😉 Thanks Lyn!

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  6. Not the ending I was expecting that’s for sure! Excellent.

    Welcome to Keith’s Ramblings!

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  7. List of X says:

    “He slipped in the shower”
    Yeah, that’s what aliens want you to think.

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