Standing in the middle of the collection of buildings, a single man was cooking. He stopped cooking every so often to throw a new ingredient before continuing. Although the cooking didn't cause a pause longer than a second or two, it was still noticeable. Berserker, the newly arrived member of the community, took in the smell of his stew.
It was a wonderful smell, Berserker thought. It smelled of home, that was something they could agree on. How else could they describe the food they made to share with the children. He felt pain in his chest as he took in the sight, smell, and very memories the meal brought back. Home was so far away now…
Before the feeling of homesickness could penetrate his thoughts further a voice calls out for him. The girl from earlier saw him and was running towards the firepit. "Smelled food," she explained, "Fer us 'll?" she questioned.
A smile briefly formed when hearing her question, at least before he is overtaken with sadness once more. "Yes, the food is for everyone here, I should have made enough for everyone to have some to eat. Handing her a bowl he pours some of the stew that was made into it. "Be very careful madem, it is very fresh and very hot. Let it cool down before you eat it," he tells her.
She nods and runs off telling everyone she can that the food was ready. Soon enough almost everyone had stopped by the pit to grab a bowl of food before sitting around in groups eating, enjoying their lunch break. His master may still lay in the mud, but it was different from before. Perhaps the food had broken through her stupor?
Perhaps it brought back memories of home like it had them? Probably not, as far as he could tell, this was her home. There was nothing but doubt there was anything she might have had outside of the community she had built here. That was not to say there wasn't anything connecting her to the outside world, but the doubt was reserved for there being anything that would draw her away from the community.
The laughter on the wind from everyone in one form or another stood out, these children were truly happy. This wasn't a one-time thing. The meal and people might be different, but for them, it was akin to a family. Shudders flew through his body at the thought. A tinge of envy overtakes him before the melancholy returns.
Home and family, two things we will never have again. We may have had them once, but we don't have the option anymore. In an attempt to push away his feelings again he begins to sing a song he knew well. While nobody but him may understand what it is the song means, it is enough to remind him of the only place he has anymore.
Humming along with the tune his thoughts are filled with songs.
If you want to find the general,
I know where he is,
I know where he is,
I know where he is,
If you want to find the general,
I know where he is,
He's pinning another-
The singing is interrupted once again by the young girl who seems to have taken a liking to him. That is the only reason he could think of why she kept talking to him- "M'st'r, What 'bout 'ig S's? She ain't got an'th'ng to eat…" That put a dent in him emotionally, he won't lie. They were expecting a question about the food, whether it was about what it was, or if they could even have more.
He sighs before grabbing one last bowl. He fills it with food and grabs a utensil to eat it with before walking slowly towards his master. Their last conversation still bugged him.
What did she mean about seeing people like us? Clearly, they hadn't met anyone like us yet so it wasn't reality. Could it have been her dreams? Doubtful, while he hadn't been here for long or given information on the world and exactly what the hell was going on. It feels like there actually isn't a War going on. The lack of help from the grail was a single thing that caused him to be inquisitive.
It's not an issue per se, but it feels like something is missing. Something about this situation feels wrong. Letting out a chuckle they realize that they are just worrying about nothing. While things seem strange, there shouldn't be any doubt that the Grail war is going to continue as intended. While something may have happened, as long as he… they are allowed to have their wish granted it won't matter in the end. What are a few more issues popping up?
He spots where his master has laid for the day so far. As he approaches her distant eyes come into focus at his intrusion into her resting ground.
"Food, one of the children brought up that you hadn't eaten yet. Here, enjoy." I put the bowl down and let it sit there for a moment before walking away. She doesn't move to stop him this time but there is a feeling that she was trying to figure him out or something else just as meaningless.
He begins singing again, more voices in the know sing with him this time. There is a feeling of anger and homesickness spreading throughout him and everyone else. He hums harder, getting notes and the beat wrong, but trying to break out of the situation he is rapidly devolving into.
Looking desperately around for anything to distract him for a moment he sees nothing of interest going on. He sighs as he sits down on the ground. It's as hard at the ground should be, but as time goes on it seems to warp and twist against him. Attempting to swallow him up. He doesn't move, not because he can't but because he cannot afford to. The mud won't swallow him… It can't, not here. There is no thunder, there are no cries of pain. The machine gun isn't screaming at him… not today…
The horror of the mud begins to set in. He attempts to sing louder, more and more voices join him, not all even know the lyrics, they just sing attempting to drown out the memories. The pain, the cries of anger, the mud… He approaches the ending of the song, there is a tempest inside his skull, voices no longer sounding coherent.
If you want to find the private,
I know where he is,
I know where he is,
I know where he is...
Before the final verse can be sung, a single voice breaks through the thunder, the rain, the cries of agony…
"M's'er?" it says. He looks up to see the young girl talking to him.
"Wh'ts wrong?" she asks.
The terror begins to return but is cut off quickly this time.
"I am fine. I am just thinking." She doesn't believe you at all, at least that is what you get from the look in her eyes.
"Go, Shoo." They say, "go play and have fun, leave this fool to sit in the mud and rest for a moment. It's been a long time since I last cooked and it took a lot out of me."
You smile, and although it won't reach her, she seems to see something and believe you this time, although hesitantly.
She runs off to play with the other children. After a moment the body pushes itself up on its own. It goes to collect the dishes laying around the area and as he focuses on his task. A traitorous voice though whispers the end of the song.
It doesn't have the same effect as it once did, though, while it didn't at that moment affect them, the words begin to echo in his thoughts. He doesn't recognize them, because right now, there was nothing but dishes that needed to be gathered. Nothing else, nobody missing from the mud, the quiet of the trees, the laughter of the children, all ignored. Dishes needed to be done first. While a simple task, it was something to keep the memories at bay.
If you want to find the private,
I know where he is,
He's hanging on the old barbed wire...
Perhaps he should investigate the surrounding area afterward, and make sure the area was actually safe and sound before the war started in its ernest.
I saw him, I saw him...
War was never a clean thing, so anything he could do to make it better for them would be for the best.
Hanging on the old barbed wire… Hanging on the old barbed wire...
With that last thought, the echoes cease, after all, there is a time for singing, and there is a time for war. It was best to not let the two mix. After all, it was never good for morale to sing those types of songs right before a big fight.