Fire in the snow

It’s an unusual sight – soldiers pouring in bottles of Old Monk rum down the throat of a frozen mule, to generate heat within. The mule is a comrade who stepped on thin ice, with a burden on his back, and was buried in snow. There is no way that a soldier lets go of a comrade. They manage to revive the mule, and send him to the nearest veterinary hospital.

I’ll spend the rest of my life looking for that concoction – that bottle of Old Monk to regenerates hope within. Coaching, counselling, writing ….. there’s bound to be more.

(99 words)

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