The Border Guards

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Part 1 of 2

 

Mok, a  border guard, stands on his small booth in the middle of the Fides Desert.

“Lord I pray to thee, make it storm so as to bring a flood to swell the ground and drown the enemy that he may plague the earth no more with his sins.”

A few yards away on the other side of the border, Flum is kneeling on the ground with his face in the sand.

“Lord I pray to thee, make it storm as to bring lightning and strike the enemy at his post that he may plague the earth no more with his sins.”

It was dawn.

When the men finished their respective prayers they returned to their respective booths, and gave one another their respective derogatory hand motions.

Mok lived in the booth inside Fad, the country that owned the eastern half of the Fides Desert.

Flum lived in the booth inside Mar, the country that owned the western half of the Fides Desert.

The only noticeable difference between the booths was the color of the flags hanging over the doors. They were the same size, same shape and same design– big, rectangular, and with a single circle in the middle.

The one for Fad was blue.

The one for Mar was purple.

Once inside his booth, Mok set the trip wire at the door and pulled a chair over to the window to keep an eye on the enemy.

Once inside his booth, Flum reset the string on the axe that would decapitate anyone who dared to open the door without his invitation. Then he pulled up a chair to the window to keep an eye on his enemy.

The countries of Fad and Mar used to be known as the nation of Fadmar.

Over a century ago, during a time when there was much peace and prosperity, a rebellion split Fadmar into two separate factions. Half of the nation was convinced that God was a man, and half of the Nation was convinced that God was a woman.

No one remembers which notion of divine gender occurred first, but it was so disputed that war broke out. For 100 years the two sides sparred until the new generations could no longer remember why they were fighting. It was then that they divided into the two nations of Mar and Fad.

In fact, the rift created between the two sides was so large, and lasted for so long, they developed different ideologies, different languages, and different colored flags.

On one side of that border,  a three foot high stone wall, Mok was sucking saliva up from the back of his throat and wadding it into the middle of his tongue.

On the other side of the wall Flum was attempting to hack up as much mucous and bits of  breakfast possible and rolling it into a liquid mass in his right cheek.

Neither man was allowed a gun, so they worked with what they had.

“INFIDEL!”

They both let their home-made spit missiles fly. They were so well practiced that each flew straight through their respective windows right through the air where their heads used to be. Mok’s spit landed straight into a bucket Flum had placed in the middle of his booth. And Flum’s spit landed right into the basket Mok had placed into the middle of his booth.

This continued for the entire day amidst fits of profanity and derogatory hand gestures.

At night each man returned to their positions of worship.

“Lord I pray to thee, make it storm so as to bring a flood to swell the ground and drown the enemy that he may drown and plague the earth no more with his sins.”

Mok whispered from atop his booth. As Flum mumbled into the dirt.

“Lord I pray to thee, make it storm as to bring lightning and strike the enemy at his post that he may plague the earth no more with his sins.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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