For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows four giant stone sculptures of heads, perhaps religious in nature, with a man wearing a red outfit walking toward them.
He was a tertiary commander. But the rank wasn’t important as long as he was recognized as the intrepid leader of the troops.
He got off the bus and crossed the sandy, arid area to enter the temple. The sight there struck him like a lightning bolt. The four giant heads were a part of their folklore and now seeing them in front of him had a big effect on him. He stood attention in front of them, paid his respects, and turned around.
Stories of ancestors were one thing and orders from his leaders were another. He stepped out of the temple and ordered the demolition squad to open the guns. Soon that legendary temple was reduced to rubble and with it the stories of a savior that would save them from this war of self destruction they had fallen into, were also obliterated.
Written in response to FFFC # 295, hosted by Fandango
Also included Greg’s 5 words weekly challenge