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Mercy the Grace

Alba
Legacy Name: Alba

The

Custom Angelic Montre
Owner:

Snape

Age: 17 years, 7 months, 2 weeks

Born: September 12th, 2006

Adopted: 13 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: March 1st, 2011

Pet Spotlight Winner
June 30th, 2012

Statistics

Level: 27
Strength: 67
Defense: 67
Speed: 68
Health: 66
HP: 66/66
Intelligence: 40
Books Read: 40
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Candy Maker

LAWLER, JAMES ALAN.
b. April 2nd 1919, d. June 6th 1944 (aged 25).

Citizen of the United States of America from Nashville, Tennessee.
Rifleman of Company E, 16th Infantry, 1st Div. Killed in action during Operation Overlord on the Omaha Beach landing.

SULLIVAN, EDMUND FRANCIS.b. October 13th 1918, d. August 27th 1940 (aged 21).

Citizen of the United Kingdom from Maidenhead, Berkshire.
Spitfire pilot of the RAF. Killed in action over Portsmouth during the Battle of Britain.

GRIFFITHS, ROBERT ALFRED.
b. July 26th 1921, d. December 7th 1941 (aged 20).

Citizen of the United States of America from Benton County, Missouri.
Radio Technician aboard USS Arizona. Killed in action during the assault on Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.

A timeless angel watches from above. Gentle as a soft breeze and just as inconspicuous, her presence is never seen but only felt by those at the end of life. The needless killing before her is enough to make the world weep with despair, so weep she does, though she knows her tears will change nothing. To her left a rush of bullets soar by and she watches on helplessly as they strike their targets, bringing innocent husbands, fathers and sons to their knees.

She urges herself forward for they do not have much time, but she finds it hard to willingly draw closer to the turmoil caused by this wretched war. Though she may have witnessed scenes of utter destruction since the beginning of mankind, it never fails to weigh down upon her heart like a dense fog, threatening to engulf her very being. For Alba feels their pain, suffers each blow, mourns each loss and she cannot escape it. Such is the life of an angel of mercy, one of God's most trusted yet one of God's most unfortunate - nobody would envy this position.

She hurries now to reach the men recently struck and eases their necks into the painless noose of death; those that she cannot reach in time will not be so lucky. She approaches a fair haired man lying with his face in the sand. Turning him over softly she is saddened to see that he is no more than 18 and her heart swells further with sympathy. His eyes are glazing over and his breathing is laboured but he reaches out to touch her. Cradling him in her arms, Alba wipes his tear stained cheeks and hums quietly to soothe him.

"My n-names Simon Pettyfer and I am from Fareham, Hampshire" he whispers, "Please tell my mother that everything will be alright." He pauses now, inhaling deeply whilst struggling to keep his voice steady. "I am scared. Please do not leave me." Alba nods silently, knowing that the end is near. A tear escapes the corner of her eye and she despises the hopelessness of the situation. Upon gazing up and seeing her sadness he asks "Why are you crying? Do not worry about me." A ghost of a smile flickers across his face and as his voice trails off and he exhales his last breath, she realises that he has gone. Closing his still staring eyes with her palm, she feels his loss as if he were her own.

Simon has crossed safely but she cannot waste time contemplating his untimely death and so she to moves on to the next victim, a German soldier fatally wounded in the stomach. In her war there are only innocents, no sides prevail and there is no right or wrong. It is not up to her to make such judgements. As she leans over him, stroking the hair out of his young eyes, she once more wonders if a job more futile than this could exist.

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