The Camera
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A young priest, Father Leauvin, is sent to the front during World War One in Verdun, France. His faith is shaken, not by war, but by love.
At the steps to his church, Father waves at a charming young lady. He turns and goes in the church where he gathers his things for his voyage to the front. One of his things is a camera, a Tourist Multiple.
He has a passion for taking pictures and this singular hobby drives his bishop, Bishop Manteau, to wonder where Father Leauvin’s heart and soul reside, with Christ or with his personal pleasures.
The bishop warns Father to mind his feelings and his faith.
Father Leauvin goes to the front and is given an escort, Sargent Phillipe Bouchard.
Sgt. Bouchard is happy to have Father with him. He’s happy because to escort a priest around means that he’ll avoid going into no man’s land. No man’s land is the dead ground that lies between the German trenches and the French trenches. Machine guns, sniper rifles, mortars and heavy artillery have their sights on that void between the enemies.
Father is mortified when the German’s attack and carnage spills over onto his cassock; he runs onto no man’s land and offers help to a downed soldier. The soldiers leg is a meaty end and Father finds himself lost in the melee; his faith and courage flee.
After the attack, Father regains his strengths. He takes pictures of the wounded, dying and the dead for the sake of other people to know what happens in war. Afterwards, he admires a picture of a woman that he met and ponders life outside his calling.
Therein lies his dilemma. He’s unsure whether to keep with his calling to Christ or give into his personal desires.
Michael S. Lachance
Jan 2023, Hello everyone from David City, Nebraska. I re-released The Witch and The Roman with updates. Take the opportunity and enter for a chance to win one of the one-hundred copies I'm giving away. Thank you and please review!Every child starts off as a story teller. My family lived in west Ft. Lauderdale, FL and I was a fort builder, horse rider, hiker, adventurer, Disney park nut, party-goer, bad at math in school kid, 80's child--David Bowie-Let's Dance, Prince-1999, Billy Idol-Rebel Yell, all the movies that made us human--Sixteen Candles, Uncle Buck, Duckie from Pretty in Pink, The Breakfast Club geek, and a closet case hanging out at Backstreets with my gal pal and Cathode Rays in downtown Ft. Lauderdale on the "other side of the tracks!"After that, I followed my dad's footsteps and joined the Air Force. From California to Asia to South America to Europe and a southern island in the Mediterranean.To this day, I travel to France and then throughout Europe. I have a couple friends I still see; one friend lives in Poland and he does not get Polish jokes! My other friend lives in Colmar, France where the Alsatian wines are brewed.All that traveling has culminated into a swath of stories waiting for me to type! I love romance stories where, against the odds like the angry aunt who thinks your boyfriend soon to be husband should be thrown to the curb or the Roman soldier who battles barbarians for the love of his witch, the protagonist overcomes his flaws! Some stories don't always end with a happy ending, but life is that way.I am a member of Romance Writers of America, Goodreads Authors, and Amazon Authors.Reviews are an author’s resume, please help by leaving reviews for any book you read, thank you and best to you this coming year, Michael
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The Camera - Michael S. Lachance
THE CAMERA
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Michael S. Lachance
Copyright © 2017 by Michael S. Lachance
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Memorial Museum of Verdun & Father Leauvin
Chapter 2: 1916, Verdun, France
Chapter 3: The Horse
Chapter 4: The Enemy
Chapter 5: Camaraderie
Chapter 6: The Attack on The Monster’s Back
Chapter 7: Nighttime Cries
Chapter 8: Two Pictures, Two Men, One Woman
Chapter 9: Sophie Rousseau, Apt 9, Rue De Garibaldi-Paris
Chapter 10: Battle of Verdun
Chapter 11: The Camera
Chapter 1
Memorial Museum of Verdun & Father Leauvin
Present day France, the cannons aimed up, they sat right in front of the Memorial Museum of Verdun. Mama pulled at her son, barely thirteen. Her husband, a stout man with dark hair, looked at him. Your great papa fought near here. We must know the past, so that we can live a good future.
Yes, papa.
He said. How long are we staying?
Ah, there’s the guide.
Papa said.
Welcome to the World War One Memorial of Verdun, France.
His wrinkles were seventy, but his stature was fifty. Je m’appelle Claude Verdot.
His blue eyes passed over the faces, in English, I’m Claude and your guide for this tour.
A couple of people sighed, a few laughed politely.
So, you are here to learn about World War One and to have a memory of your visit.
He headed into the gallery. The gallery was very big; half the size of a soccer field and in the center, there was a trench with barbed wire, a cart and mule, and some other WWI equipment. This structure was built over this trench; the trench is authentic.
The boy looked over the second-floor rail. His eyes shot from one thing to another: the machine gun, the soldiers, the cart and mule and then the twisted remnants of barbed wire; his eyes widened. The only tree was just a blackened stick that reached out from the ground and begged for help.
You look here and can almost hear the bombs.
The man whistled so strong that it pierced the tourists’ ears, but then the whistle slowly faded, BOOM!
He shouted.
The boy jumped! And some of the tourists let out a sharp sigh from their anxiety.
You hear it this time and it may be enough, but for the men there in the trenches, they suffered through hundreds of bombs dropped all around them and … on them.
He whistled again and slowly the sound tapered off.
The boy covered his ears!
BOOM!
The guide shouted, Huge chunks of dirt and metal shards blasted from the ground.
He threw his hands up. And anyone that didn’t get down …
He shook his head.
The boy pulled at his father's sleeve. What's a shard?
Sharp pieces of metal,
Father said and touched the boys shoulder.
The boy looked hard at the trenches and a gray mist spread over them; it headed toward the French soldiers. Then, men yelled! Bombs blew up the ground and threw dirt and shards of metal at the men! Machine guns roared! The boy closed his eyes and trembled. Then, the mist swallowed everything whole.
Paris, France - May 1916:
A young priest, Father Leauvin, stood at the steps to his church. He turned to look at the passersby or to give the impression that he looked at nobody. But, he looked at a woman. She dipped her head at him and smiled. His heart fluttered and his skin cooled. He gulped and then looked away, back to the church. A deep breath filled his lungs and he used it to push away the feelings that flooded him. The doors to the church were made of such solid wood that when he passed through them a small portion of the weight of the wood rested on his shoulders. Normally, he did not come through the main doors, but through the side street. Today was more profound and the side entrance didn’t do justice to his departure. Father was on his way to Verdun where the First World War shattered, shook, and ruined everything in its path.
He got his composure back and stood still for a moment at the vestibule. His cassock was clean and nicely pressed. A deep breath and then onwards through the church, his cassock swayed back and forth as he made his way past the pews. His hands were clasped together in prayer, but his mind slipped from war to the woman that nodded at him. He wiped at his mouth and then his forehead. The church felt hot, musty. He gasped for some air and then caught his breath.
The people in prayer heard nothing.
Father stopped, got his emotions pushed down deep into his gut and then stood straight. He walked to the stairway and descended quietly.
Bishop Manteau waited for him, but he had to check his things for the trip to the front. Something peculiar about Father Leauvin was that he owned a camera. He wasn’t to mention it or be seen with it the bishop told him. What priest carries a camera and not his cross?
Father Leauvin clutched a small wooden cross in his hand as he made his way down the hall to his room. The door was open. A small tattered box sat on the floor next to a very neatly made bed. In the box, he’d put another cassock and one pair of street clothes. Next to the box was a dark brown hard case and he studied it closely, Herbert & Huesgen, New Ideas Mfg. Co.
His fingers ran along the name and felt each embossed letter, merci … merci beaucoup mama and papa.
Then, he used his thumbs to force the snaps open. Slowly, the middle separated and the two sides gently fell apart. He was taken by what he saw and smiled so wide that his cheeks touched his ears, easy.
Inside was a camera wrapped in leather with a loose leather strap over the top to carry it with. There were a couple of knobs, a small crank to forward the film and a black lens with small black face numbers around the aperture. He smelled the leather and then checked the door. He thought to shut it, but to put down his camera hurt. He stood, went to the door and looked out. It was quiet. He turned back to his cell and got his hands firmly around the camera. He steadied himself and then looked through the viewfinder. It was too dark. He hurriedly turned the lantern up. Then, he steadied the camera and exhaled slowly, click.
He cycled the film until the next frame locked in place.
It was an odd thing for a priest to hold a camera close to his heart and not the cross; Father Leauvin meant no disrespect and it did not change how much he loved the Lord, but he hugged his camera. A moment passed and then there were words down the hallway; another priest or the bishop was near. He quickly boxed the camera up carefully and pushed the snaps closed.
The moment he stuck his head out the door, the bishop was in his face.
Father Leauvin?
He looked around him to see if he was packed. You’re ready?
Bishop Manteau asked and the r
rolled off his tongue with some held back spit so that he nearly gurgled the r
when he said, You’re.
Oui, Bishop Manteau.
He nodded, got his cross in hand and then eased his smile.
"To smile so wide when you’re on your way to the