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RE: The 1973 25 Gourde Haiti Silver Commemorative Coin of Christopher Columbus
As always my pirate sister @kerrislravenhill you bring a piece I have never seen with a fantastic tale and drama! I appreciate the days that go into these post cause I know even when a creator is not writing the ideas are still forming!! Thanks for sharing!!!
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Yes there is always a story within a story.
Sanité felt her bound hands going numb her feet weaken as she faced death.
The Sargent bark his commands, “Prêt!”
The French squad leveled their rifles towards her.
“Viser!”
"Arrêtez! At ease!"
"Side…..arms!" The twelve men of the firing squad un-cocked and sided their arms in unison before snapping to attention. "Have the pride of the 18th Fusiliers suddenly become poor shots?" The Sargent stepped across and glared at each soldier in the eye, "Soldats de la République française et empereur Népoléen. You are to exercise your duties as if I or the Emperor of France so ordered you personally. "
Fatigued, she fought the instinct to close her eyes. When she did, she could only see her brave beloved husband Charle's chest explode before going limp and lifeless, repeatedly in her thoughts. Remembering his last private words together, “Sanité, my love, I will die with thought knowing that my people will no longer suffer under their oppressors and that the French will finally learn that Liberty and equality do not just apply to their own..."
It was a stupid idea to spare this woman the professional work of an executioner. It was enough for any fine soldier of the Republic to shoot a L’Artibonite woman who with the intent to kill with a weapon, but bound and helpless was another matter. Watching the Sargent mildly berating his squad, the young French Lieutenant now aware that this made the French army appear weak. Sargent Puis orders his squad back into formation.
They were only married for a short and troubled times; the delay gave her time to dwell on her husband’s words. "....I regret you joining me in these circumstances, but I know your faithfulness is as strong for me as the freedom our lives may win for our people. I am proud of you as my lieutenant of the Free Haitian army and very proud of you as my wife. Then, I will await you my love. Be brave."
A solder once again offers the blindfold.
With newfound resolve she once again refused. "Non, mon amis!"
With contempt the French soldier replied, “As you wish Madame Sanité Bélair.”
She lifted her shoulders, this time her eyes became defiant as the squad formed up and from what strength left in her lungs she shouted, “Viv Libète anba esklavaj!” “Liberty, no to slavery!”
"Charles my love, this moment I come back to your arms forever."
The Sargent bark his command, “Prêt!”
True bravery and love at the darkest time is a light that will guide us all! Tha is for sharing my pirate sis!!
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