Civil War Narrative

As I get out of the truck I prepare for what is ahead and what is behind. As I walk into the door the warmth of the band room graces my face like a warm spring wind on a cold winter night. As the faces of my band kin surround me in “hellos” and “good days”. We sit and listen as our mighty leader Greub Dog gives us a speech of hope and pride before we practice for the fierce battle that is ahead of us. As we take arms we get adrenalin flowing through us. As we spend what seems like years on the practice of the battle we load what arms we have use for many years and have done us well into the trailers. Those will be the moving arsenals for this journey. As we pack the rest of us that are left into the buses that shall be the ships to which we

For none of us want to say goodbye we think of everything we have to say to each other. It is many hours before we reach our target. The Gladiatorial Arena of Muscatine. As we arrive all of us unload the hefty amount of arms Armor and Helmets we shall need for this Battle of the Ages. As people come far and wide to watch the might of ach neighboring clans army face off. As we finish the arranging of all of the things we will need to win we set of to find the so-called Competition. As we arrive to the sea of ready audience. We on look the spectacle that is before us on the field. After it is done we go back to our camp to suit up and lock n’ load. As we practice for our last time we play the last song as beautifully as we have ever played it before. As we march in all is silent. The crowd is like a giant monster with thousands of eyes. As we do what we do best, we are on fire, each step right after another. As our horns blare war cry the rest comes in place and what we call a Band has now turned into a Musical Machine of massive proportions. Step by step we go back and forth, side to side, up and down. As our Soloist play their last tunes as if they are the tip of the Mighty Central Saber