Summary Of ' The Soldier Draws Closer ' Essay
I run toward the soldier with everything I have. He seems to be caught unawares and freezes as I run towards him. He looks at me, and at the last second ducks away before I can strike. He looks puzzled, but his training takes over, and he backs up. I turn, swinging the sword, unsure of how to handle it. He steps closer to Mother’s body, and I halt. He notices and turns to look at her body, smirking.
“You did this, you killed her!” I scream at him.
He looks up, his eyes filled with surprise. “My sword!” he shouts, as though he can’t believe I have it.
I raise it, ready to strike at him. The handle slides down a bit, and I struggle to keep a grip on it. The blood has already made the handle slip from my grasp as the metal continues to cut through my skin. I wave the sword above my head, hoping to make him move away from Mother. He’s too quick. Before I realize it, he has the sword in hand, and I’m on the ground.
He smiles, enjoying my easy defeat. He almost laughs, almost. He seems to realize what I had intended to do.
“You, would try to kill me?” He asks. “I am a soldier of Rome!”
He stands there over me, holding out his sword as though to dare me to try for it. I watch, as his eyes…