posted on Feb, 22 2008 @ 07:15 PM
The worn out train could be seen breaking through the fog and coming to a screeching halt at an old train station. The war had finally ended and Jacob
could now finally see his family. He is relieved and hopes not to return to any major bad news. He has had enough of that in his life, courtesy of WW
ll.
As Jacob exits the train, images flash into his head. He has seen plenty of gruesome scenes in these past three years. His feeling of regret return
to him again. He is not sure which of his personal actions had been right and which ones not. Although Jacob knows that he was defending his nation,
he still feels that that does not justify much.
However, Jacob cut off these thoughts. No use in depressing himself anymore than necessary. He wants to be as joyful as possible for he would finally
see his wife, children, brother, sister, parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, neighbors, and maybe even his dog if she is still alive.
It is already dusk and he knows that it will be getting really dark soon. He begins his three mile journey home, a route he still remembers very
well. Jacob walks on the dirt road that cut through the forest, taking shortcuts he knows of on the way. He thinks about the meal that will
undoubtedly be prepared once he arrives. He thinks about his children that he will hopefully recognize. He thinks about the future of his homeland.
Suddenly, about a half mile away from home, Jacob cuts short the whistling he was going at on and off for the past half hour and remembers a bridge
whose construction had begun before the war. He knows that it will be fully built by now, so he backtracks a little and heads forward.
He could already see the bridge that stretches over the rapid, currently overflowing river when a dog jumps out from some nearby trees, between him
and the bridge, and turns its head to face Jacob. Although it is night and hard to see in the musky fog, he could recognize the dog. It is Saba, the
stray, young Tatra Mountain sheepdog he had adopted before he went out to fight for his country. He knows this from several reasons. First, not many
people are fool enough to allow a full grown sheepdog to escape. Second, he asked his brother Ted to unleash her into the forest at night for
exercise, before going to sleep, whenever possible. Third, if the dog was not Saba, he would probably be under her right now being mauled.
Dogs that size serve one main purpose: to guard property and they are insanely aggressive to anyone but people they know and trust. Of course, Jacob
always interacted with his dogs at night and let them get exercise, a job Ted had taken over. He opposes the cruelty of keeping a dog tied up to a
confined space with a small dog house and leaving it there for the rest of its life, regardless of rain, snow, ice, wind, or temperature.
Jacob is overjoyed. “Saba, hello there girl. Do you recognize me?” Jacob asks his dog in a soothing voice while approaching. The dog leaps
towards the direction it is facing and turns to look at him again, but not before Jacob manages to notice markings on its body that convince him that
this could only be Saba. Jacob walks towards the great dog with the intention of letting it sniff his hand and maybe pet it. However, Saba, as Jacob
now knows for sure it is, leaps in the same direction her body is facing, takes a few steps forward, and turns around to face Jacob.
What are you doing? Jacob wonders. He continues towards the bridge but the sheepdog sprints in font of Jacob's path, pauses, turns around, and takes
a few steps forward toward the same direction as before. “So you want me to go that way, eh? Okay, fine, I do not know why, since this way is
faster, but we will have it your way.” Jacob is a little annoyed, but does not care. After all, he has reunited with a friend in which he feared
would no longer be alive.
He trusts no one with his animals. The fact that he actually cared for his creatures often made life hard. His neighbors thought him weird and even
childlike for his passion. Jacob does not care, after all, did not Saint Francis of Assisi, his patron saint, teach to treat God's creatures with
respect?
Jacob continues walking after the dog, now paying almost no attention to the forest's animals in which he had a habit of looking out for out of
interest. “Saba, slow down. Don't walk so fast. I only have two legs.” Saba stops, turns her head to look backwards, and continues walking after
her master caught up a little.
After some time, the old bridge could be seen at the edge of the forest. The bridge is not very wide as it is only intended to allow walkers, hikers,
curious children, and mushroom pickers go to and from the village. The two, master and dog, cross the bridge with Saba still at the lead. Up ahead
Jacob could now see houses. They are just as they were before he departed, the war left it untouched. He turns left and continues. It is apparent that
everyone is asleep. Only crickets and dogs could be heard and wandering cats seen. Jacob feels relieved and becomes even more excited as he turns
right. His home and the house of his brother are down the road.
At long last Jacob walks past his brother's stable, turns right, heads past his own stable, and towards his house, three yards behind Saba. Jacob
smiles, puts down his pack, and begins to aggressively knock on the door, but not before ridding his boots of some of the mud that he picked up in the
wet forest
In the meantime, his wife is sleeping on the couch not far from the door and immediately awakes, startled. It is never a good thing to hear knocking
past midnight. The children upstairs, where there are only two small bedrooms, had also awaken but did not stir out of fear. Jacob's wife cautiously
walks towards the door. “Who is it,” she asks somewhat loudly though sleepily. “Your husband, wife” comes her warm, slightly mocking reply.
She instantly recognizes the voice, fumbles with the well-locked door, and swings it open. The married couple hug and kiss until Jacob's son, Kasper,
appears with a confused look on his face. The boy does not recognize his own father for he was too young when Jacob left to remember.