All my life I have been stuck in a wheelchair. What have I done for God to punish me in this way? I have always been deeply interested in strategy, anticipating what must be done, the consequences, and the surprises. I am old. All I have ever done is read and think about my purpose. This is my last glimpse of the earth. Cancer has spread throughout my whole body. I have left nothing on this earth. God damn you.
The nurse walks in; the old man is dead with a tear on his left cheek. The nurse thinks, "What a loser; all he did in his life was write fantasy stories."
What is this? Why is it cold? All my pain is gone from my cancer, but fuck, what is this headache? Is this heaven?
"Sir! We need to withdraw now; jump on my horse!"
"Who are you?"
"Lieutenant! Get the fuck back to your senses."
I jump on the horse.
"What the fuck is going on? Where are we going, sir?"
"Our battalion was flanked. You were going to check if enemy soldiers were coming from the side. You were riding to the hill, but it seems as though you fell off the horse."
Is this really real? Has God given me this? But I did nothing good in my life to deserve this.
Finally, this is what I have dreamt of. Thank you, God!
To be continued…