15 Regiment Calvary
I took a character from a book outside my Wildings
series, THE VIOLIN, and placed that character in FOR LOVE OF BANJO, the second
book in the Wilding series. Actually, I could not resist the temptation because
the time line overlapped. These two stories are not related, but they do both
hold a time element that is related: World War I.
Banjo
Wilding joins the U.S. Calvary to fight alongside our allies in Europe during
the “Great War.” Because he’s in the Calvary, his loved ones believe him safe
from the dreaded trenches in France. But Banjo’s fate is determined by Colonel
William Hay (a real person) has other plans. As they sit astride their horses
at the edge of the forest near the battlefield, Col. William Hay speaks to his
men and gives them their orders.
“Our English
and American brothers have been fighting in those trenches for six months. They
have endured every kind of discomfort for the sake of our country and freedom. I
know you didn’t join the Regiment to fight in a trench, but you are brave men who know your duty. You will
ride as fast as your horse can carry you toward the trenches. Some of you and your mounts won’t
make it, but, for those who survive the first onslaught from America’s enemies, you will reach the trench. When you
do, your orders are to dismount, and relieve a soldier, who will then ride your
horse from the battlefield. You will take his place.”
This order was an historical truth.
Banjo, an experienced horseman rides Ajax
to the trenches, leaps from his back, and finds a soldier to replace. Now just
who is Banjo going to choose?
Left to Right: Donald, "Jimmy" (my dad), and John McNeal
Well, it came to me almost instantly. In my
almost true time travel novel, THE VIOLIN, John Douglas, the hero, has a
brother name Donald Lee Douglas who served in World War I. Shucks, I wasn’t
about to pass up that opportunity so I slipped Donald into the scene.
EXCERPT:
Horses
screamed in agony as bullets
found them. Men cried out and fell to the
ground with mortal wounds. Ajax sped forward, the trench just a few more yards ahead. Banjo’s
heart raced; his breath hitched.
Ajax moved
like the wind, solid muscle and bravery beneath him.
When they reached the trench, the stench of it gagged Banjo. He reined
Ajax to a halt. A quick glance around told him only half the Regiment made it. Colonel Hay
shouted the dreaded order. “Dismount!”
Banjo
dismounted, grabbed his kit and gear then spoke his last words to his faithful horse. “You take
this soldier out of this hell
and back to his loved ones. You’re a good horse, Ajax. You take
care of yourself now.” Banjo patted him one last time on the withers, then
hurried to the ladder and made
his way down into the pit. The soldiers in the trench were filthy and
their smell almost made him retch. Their faces lit up when they saw him. Someone’s
freedom had arrived. Banjo took
a young soldier by the arm who couldn’t have been more than eighteen years of
age. His face was barely recognizable as
human for the dirt and mud caked on it.
“What’s your name, soldier? Where do you
call home?” Banjo had to raise his voice to a shout over the din of noise
that surrounded him.
“Corporal
Donald Lee Douglas, Sir, Thirty-second Battalion, Eighty-fifth Infantry Division under General Parker. My home is Numidia, Pennsylvania.” The lad
saluted Banjo.
“No need to be formal, Corporal Douglas. I’m just a
sergeant, and I’m here to relieve you.”
A white
grin spread across the muddied face. He shook
hands with Banjo. “Tell me the name of your family and I promise I’ll get word to them that I saw you here. It’s the
least I can do for the man taking my place.”
“Maggie Wilding is my wife.” Banjo drew
a piece of paper from his chest pocket. He had scribbled the address of the
O’Leary ranch on it along with a short note that told Maggie he was in France,
in good health, and
that he loved her. “Send this note to that address and I’ll bless you every day.” Banjo glanced around at the mud and
pools of rancid water in the floor of the trench illuminated by the sporadic glow of gunfire. He made a
mental promise to himself and those he loved that would not die in this damned
rotten ditch.
“Consider it done, Sergeant. I owe you a
debt I can never repay.” The boy peered at Banjo with solemn eyes, a startling
blue within his dirt-caked face.
“I hope you
know how to ride a horse,
Douglas. Just ride west for the tree line and you’ll be out of range.” Banjo clapped him on the shoulder.
“Now, get the hell out of here before they shoot my horse.”
“Yes, sir…I
mean—Sergeant.” He started up the ladder but paused
on the fifth rail and
turned to Banjo. “What did
you say your name was? I don’t want to forget. I want to be able to tell my folks the
name of the man who saved my life.”
“It’s Banjo Wilding. Now, get
going, Corporal Douglas, before daylight catches you.”
The lad
smiled. “Thank you, I won’t forget you—not
ever.”
Toward the end of the book Donald Douglas
reappears for a short, but important scene. A word about THE VIOLIN: I
mentioned it is an almost true story. Most of the characters in it are real
from my own ancestry though the story is completely fictional. Donald Lee
Douglas was my father’s oldest brother whom I never met. He died long before I
was born. His real name was Donald Lee McNeal. He was a civil engineer who
worked as an inventor for Westinghouse in Pittsburg, PA, and he did, indeed,
serve in World War I.
As a writer, have you ever taken a
character from an unrelated book and had he or she walk onto the pages of
another book you wrote? If so, what compelled you to do it?
As a reader, have you ever read a book by
an author you followed in which a character (not in a series) was reintroduced
into a story by the author? Do you think that character drew you deeper into
the story or do you wish the author hadn’t done it?
Diverse
stories filled with heart
