Chapter 26: Ghosts of the Past, Part 5

Trying to get caught up-great installment.

I am loving this brother. And the images are perfect. I think at some point Isolde will tell Helena that they should be on first names relationship 😊

Good job, the song is hilarious

I can't get 'em up,/ I can't get 'em up,/ I can't get 'em up this morning;/ I can't get 'em up,/ I can't get 'em up,/ I can't get 'em up at all!/ The corporal's worse than the privates,/ The sergeant's worse than the corporals,/ Lieutenant's worse than the sergeants,/ And the captain's worst of all! I can't get 'em up,/ I can't get 'em up,/ I can't get 'em up this morning;/ I can't get 'em up,/ I can't get 'em up,/ I can't get 'em up at all!

“Oh? Sorry to hear that,” Fairbairn replied. “Those are no fun. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not currently. It involves some personal matters.”

“I see,” said Fairbairn. “I see that you were praying. Did that help you?”

“A bit,” Sister Helena replied. “Thanks for asking.

“If you ever need to talk, I'm always available,” Fairbairn said.

“Thank you, Squadron Leader. That means a lot to me.”

“Hey! We're a team; we look out for each other,” Fairbairn replied as she took a sip of her coffee. “Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go wake the boys up!” Sister Helena grinned as Fairbairn took her penny whistle to her mouth and began to play that familiar tune that once roused Helena from sleep many years ago. She remembered fondly the lyrics that were associated with the tune:

“May the Lord bless us, protect us from all evil and bring us to everlasting life. Amen.” She made the Sign of the Cross as Fairbairn returned from guard duty. After taking off her tactical vest and setting it and her P90 on the table, she went into her tent and grabbed her penny whistle. She softly sounded “First Call” and then went to the coffee pot. Noticing that there was a fresh pot of coffee made, Fairbairn made herself a cup. She sat at the table opposite Sister Helena.

“Good morning, Sister,” said Fairbairn.

“Good morning, Isolde,” Sister Helena replied quietly.

“Did you make the coffee?” Isolde asked. Helen and nodded. “Thank you! I appreciate that.” Helen nodded again timidly. “Is everything alright, Helena?” Fairbairn asked, noticing the uneasiness on Sister Helen's face. “I had a nightmare,” Sister Helena replied timidly.

Helena prayed. “God, our Creator and Redeemer, by your power Christ conquered death and return to you and glory may all your people: Lucie Catez, Jotham Wescott, Wilhemina Antoine, and Patrick Larkin, who have gone before us in faith share in His victory and enjoy the vision of Your glory for ever, where Christ lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, God, forever and ever. Amen.