The Great Spirit

Surrounded and tired, Chief Westfoot pulled back his tribe.

“It’s not over, the war has just begun,” Blackmoon said.

“There is a spirit in war Blackmoon. A spirit that will lead our tribes even when I’m long gone. We must wait this day as we remember the tribes that have come before us. We will call this day Memorial Day to protect this land we call turtle island,” Chief Westfoot explained.

Blackmoon didn’t understand, he was just a youngster just gaining his stripes.

“I heard of the great spirit, is it real?” He asked.

“No army or military force can win a war without it. We must wait.”

Chief Westfoot and his tribe waited for seven days then it happened. On the eighth day, feeling the wind blow he took hold of his bow and arrows. He could hear his tribesmen feeling the vibes of battle. Chanting in the distance, it was time.

“He’s here, we have the blessings of the great spirit, now we attack,” Chief Westfoot shouted as he and his tribe headed forward on the offense. They gained more territory than ever before. 

After the battle he and his tribe sat idle. 

“You were right Chief, I felt it,” Blackmoon said.

“Even in death, no military force wins without the great spirit. As a warrior you must remember that,” Chief Westfoot said laying down his arms to take a break. At that moment they all  understood but most of all they would never forget the memories of the men whose blood flooded the soil that they too bled and died for. That day no one would forget

The Great Spirit.