Snow Fort
Wars
A story about the wars we waged
as children, when there was snow in December, and courage found its footing in
the heat of battle.
She had become a casualty of war;
in less time then it took to free your hands from sweat-soaked mittens. She was
an innocent; put down by a thoughtless and heartless enemy in waiting - in her
own front yard.
I barely made it to safety
myself, the horror of witnessing my mother take hit after hit as I climbed the
stairs to greet her was paralyzing. I watched it all happen in slow-motion; one
in the sternum, one in the shoulder, and a final indignity finding its mark on
her forehead. I froze in place - eyes set in a dead stare with hers, my mother,
her body twisted like a snow fence struggling to stay upright against a
powerful storm. She was sent backwards, back into the house, the plate of
cookies and thermos of hot chocolate she’d been carrying collided with the icy
porch. There was a thump and a yelp as she landed on the tile floor, the screen
door released, slammed in front of me and I lost visual on mom.
Regret enveloped me. Had I
brought this upon her? Had she taken what hammering was meant for me?
“Assassins!” I cried. My team
poked their heads over the open roof of our snow fort which stood just a few
feet from my position. One, then another rose their goggled heads, as snowballs
screamed past. They slammed into the thick, high walls erected to protect
against just such an attack. I saw my friends play out as a game of
whack-a-mole in that moment; each of the six popping up and ducking down, eager
to return a volley of their own, but still reluctant to catch a snowball in the
head, to fall as my mother had, to the cruelty of this enemy we knew all too
well.
I lunged into the relative safety
of my fort. Thoughts of my mother’s sacrifice fresh in my mind.
“I see you,” I heard my mother
shout from the screen door to the vagrants of Rupert Avenue
“They have no honour.” I told them. “They won’t just be throwing snowballs for long.”
“What do we do?” asked Kevin, as his
eye glasses slid down his long red nose.
“I’m not abandoning our fort.”
explained Seth. “It took all yesterday to build it.” He searched for courage
amongst the group. “Guys, we even poured water on the snow to harden it. This
is a good fort.”
Water, I think.
“Do we still have any water?” I
asked. Seth reached for the thermos of warm tap water. He shook it and handed
it to me. It was half full. I screwed off the cap and drizzled the steamy liquid
over our collection of snow balls.
“Nice,” said Earl. He is our best
shot, and I would depend on him to hit his targets with the hybrid snowballs
once they had completely frozen. I nodded at him. He returned the sentiment.
“We use the regular snowballs to
flush them out of the snow bank,” I explained, the Rupert Avenue
“Not Tom,” Sonny told us in no
uncertain terms. “I’ll go.”
John slowly raised his head over
the four foot wall. An explosion of ice and snow erupted above us and John
returned with his goggles covered in the white stuff. Freddy wiped them off for
him with his woollen mittens. “Two are on the fringe of the snow banks.” John
reported. “Either side of the driveway.”
“Do we know how many are out
there?” Earl asked, as he adjusted his toque.
“How many are usually with them?
About five, I think.” Freddy counted on
his fingers under his thick mitts, mouthing to himself our enemy’s names.
“We’re eight.” I reminded them.
“And now we have ice balls.”
“And they’re cut off from any
supplies; like water. So their snow balls will just be snow balls.” Earl wore a
cruel grin. We all liked where that was going, all but Tom.
Another volley hit our fort and I
felt the vibration through my jacket as I rested my back against the sturdy wall.
They had good arms. They were a year older then most of us. Sonny was their age
but he, like the rest of us, defended our own. We were the Elm Road Warriors.
They: the Rupert Avenue
Earl picked up an ice ball and
further formed it with his hands. Mittens won’t do when throwing an ice ball.
Too sticky, too clumsy. Earl knew this; he also knew that the heat of the hands
further pack the balls, and quicken the freezing process. These would be
deadly. He had a dozen beautifully sculpted spheres stacked next to him. If it
were summer and these were crab apples, they’d include thorns, but summer has
been covered by three feet of packing snow, and so we used physics to our
advantage rather then pure malice, though that was questionable.
“I could run to the pine tree and
get their attention, draw them out,” explained Sonny. “Then Earl could slam
them with the ice balls.”
“One in the face is all it should
take.” Earl had a ball in each hand. Seth continued to build on our munitions
store taking from the endless supply of snow behind our wall. John was
fingering a hole through the wall so he might have a better chance at tracking
the enemy movement without becoming a target again. Freddy shook his mittens
out, getting the clumps of snow to fall off the wool. Sonny re-tied his boots
so not to stumble when he became our distraction. Kevin was fighting a losing battle
against his glasses as they fogged up after each breath. Tom shook nervously,
his arms wrapped around his quivering knees. All of us were breathing heavily.
The rising breath animated around us must have seemed like we were burning a
fire within the walls to an outsider.
“Okay,” I told them. “We’re
ready?” I get a nod from everyone but Tom. I knew he was looking forward to the
cookies and hot chocolate portion of the day. But that would come - once a
victory had been claimed, it would come. I had not forgotten what they’d done
to my mother, and if it had happened to have slipped their minds, I would make
them remember.
A wind had picked up from the
west. One which felt like it could be accompanied by flurries. That would have
made it interesting. It was a cold wind, and we knew that the Reckless would be
considering a full frontal attack on our fortress if only to get out of the
cold. Earl warmed his hands between his thighs.
“It’s now or never.” He
cautioned. He nodded to Sonny who nodded back, taking his mark. I noticed Sonny
look to Tom and reveal his monster grin which meant all would be alright. I too took comfort in that, picked up a snow
ball and stood to fire at the snow bank along with Fred, Kevin, John and Seth
as Sonny ran to the pines. In a relentless volley, we took the top off the east
side of the bank and one of the Reckless rushed out into the open, digging snow
out of the neck of his parka. That’s when Earl struck.
WHAM! Kid went down like a sack
of potatoes. I was sure I’d seen a line of blood fly upwards where the ice ball
had smashed into his nose. Shouts of victory rose up out of our small fort and
we narrowly missed being hit by their response, slipping back behind the relative
safety of our walls.
“Was that Jiminy?!” Seth asked
excitedly, his cheeks red and lips chapped.
“Not sure,” Earl replied. “But I
think I heard a whistle when it hit!” We laughed. This was going perfectly to
plan. I peaked around to see where Sonny had gotten to. He gave me a thumbs-up and was busy making
snow balls of his own.
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