AN UNTAMEABLE TONGUE

a writing by James Stephen Thompson

Battle of Britain - An Untameable Tongue

Target 1000 words.

James 3:1-5 My brethren, let not many of you become teachers, knowing that we shall receive a stricter judgment. For we all stumble in many things. If anyone does not stumble in word, he is a perfect man, able also to bridle the whole body. Indeed, we put bits in horses’ mouths that they may obey us, and we turn their whole body. Look also at ships: although they are so large and are driven by fierce winds, they are turned by a very small rudder wherever the pilot desires. Even so the tongue is a little member and boasts great things. See how great a forest a little fire kindles! And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity. The tongue is so set among our members that it defiles the whole body, and sets on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire by hell.

Statements to be used:

1. In the doorway stood a very familiar figure

2. Our neighbours will be the death of us

3. Over the years I’ve probably picked it up dozens of times, and probably put it back again too.

The head of the campus this very morning, wasted no time in ways of stepping forward so to speak unto his management squad. It had been through discussions and exchange of views relating to certain topics, that had been carried forward whilst not on patrol and keeping watch. They had decided on a meeting so as to determine and decide on what precautions to take in order to avoid a particular consequence of themselves all being viewed as lame ducks.

A meeting was held during which time there was controversy over to the left and right also, which continued on with order after order until agreement was finally reached. Naturally with it being such a meeting of directors, time after time during argument, pleas and the occasional word for silence to calm down had been brought in also. Through periods of both anxiousness and uneasiness, a representation of an uneasy situation at times had found their way in. However, it was after reaching a plausible period of a decent debate agreement, orders so to bring forward their decided decision was to be looked into so to consider their next step forward, within the close future that was at present drawing in fast.

The workforce meanwhile had been left within the main office where progress was to proceed in ways of moving forward toward the goal. "Help yourselves everybody, there is no fighter aircraft." Their goal in this case being yet a further transfer of deceased patient folders that the head of the campus had described to be, lame ducks or as a sufficient percent of the management sector would simply put it; sufferers who had snuffed it. It was found that there were two major subjects involved and therefore, two different coloured spines. One being red upon the folder which would represent general information, and two, a shade of blue that related to dermatology. With war at hand, more of such colour coded records were being pulled out of file. Most of the skincare folders retrieved, being for the sake of burns, of which most if not all would have occurred through fire being delivered by the enemy from the skies above.

Meanwhile back within the management office, a huge stack of lame ducks or medical folders and their documents, had been thrown into a pile that was now reaching a decent height. They were stacked high upon the floor and also being withheld from general circulation, although, were now certainly in advance of being classified. Strange, yet true the rhythm caught during a period of deep concentration and silence amongst the positive squad; Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right. left, right, left, right. It did so appear by practice, that we were out on parade, as the act of swinging to the left and then over to the right, or put another way, red, blue, red, blue, red, blue at a decent enough pace toward the goal, continued free of disturbance and uproar from the squad of managers. The pile of red spines meanwhile was now on attack as it was taking the lead by exceeding the pile of blue spine folders. All of such records, either red or blue building up, were to hopefully be successfully filmed again through silence, so to produce reels of superior quality processed negatives. All progress so as to hopefully cancel the despairing need of further space for A4 paper record folders that would have been filed within a room of low standed frames. Few of the stands or otherwise frames as well as all medical files, would not have been fire resistant. In other parts of such areas, folders and sheets of medical information would have remained stranded as they appeared intermingled with dust that spread across various areas of the floors.

The administrators, following their exhaustive earlier meeting of so much concern and alarm, were now finally managing to fight their way back to their desks within their own shared open plan office, where upon the door of the entrance one could read the words; 'lame ducks'. The squad of workers meanwhile, could with no doubt, pick up their chattering as they closed in unto where we were, where unlike the management, we had been making a good advance forward in ways of attack. As for the higher squad now on close approach, we decided; "the bastards, they're up to something." Would they have such a chance in ways of reaching their goal through such a disturbance by use of the tongue. It was meanwhile, here where all the retrieved lame ducks, having a cover a dirty beige in colour, now stood piled beside the entranceway both in and out. For in the doorway stood a very familiar figure of general folders stacked high, yet now also appearing to be on strengthened alert as they were now all in a careful arranged form of strict numerical order. It was at this moment of time when a clear statement of words was brought forth; "Break it off, home and tea. For once you deserve it, well done everybody."

Through the management sector meanwhile having spent a fair percent of their valuable period of time, displaying super human strength or power by use of the tongue in arguments over their own concerns, and therefore challenging one another in ways of war within their own particular position, it was positive to observe, they were lacking progress and would have a long way to catch up with their highly qualified squad of workers. The general folders of deceased patients or lame ducks as they were much more now classed as, were now organised and fully recovered so therefore, each of the two subjects red and blue that had been worked upon, were ready to be moved onto the next stage of fighting a way through. Each stack of them stood in a row and in a variety of ways, formed a strong barrier.

It was as the management team were on approach back from their conflict of battle over the discussion of such a debate however, they continued on in ways of speech to one another. The squad of workers had now completed their task of building either a barrier or otherwise wall as they spoke to each other in ways of wishing the management also, would stop that chit-chat and simply get on so to reach the scene of all lame duck patient records standing on clear view unto all as they would enter into their open plan office. It was the intention of those in conversation to simply return to their post and intervene with the workers in ways of their next role of battle within the NHS.

Eventually came the comment; “Vas is das?” A forceful response from a particular management member amongst all others. “How have you squad members managed to make progress at such a powerful pace?” he continued and added on; “With a barrier such as that in regular use, our neighbours will be the death of us!” He then added; “They would have no chance of crossing the line and so would stumble as attempts are made for continuation of a planned war.” A whisper from one member of the worker squad was then passed onto his mate. “They stumble enough with their English!”

Like a healthy percent from the management sector, he was simply a further member who would find major delight in argument, simply so to solve and learn or otherwise, discover with certainty. As a number of the management squad, he was now getting on in age and would today be able to take himself back to the time of directing by use of his tongue during such a serious war against the enemy. Time after time today, remembrance of so many may-day occasions from not only himself, but also the opposition who nowadays would be fighting their way to the front of his brain. He finally stated quite plainly; “Over the years I’ve probably picked it up dozens of times, and probably put it back again too.”

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