A Bolt From The Blue by Robert James Bridge
Little did anyone in the town of Halifax Nova Scotia, Canada realize that their lives were about to change and the snowbound scenario soon to become a blood begrimed event on December 6th, 9am in the year 1917.
Johnathon Smithers braved the hellish tragedy that was an explosion in Halifax, stealing the lives of thousands of lives. Even as the loss of his family in the calamity hit him hard, he felt duty-bound to ensure the survival of the remaining town, taking after his father who was a fireman.
The tale follows the life of John during the national disaster as well as its aftermath. This is based on a true story. I hope this is not a reminder to those who remember the tragedy of that fateful day, December 1917.
PUBLISHER: Blazing Heart Publishing
RELEASE DATE: January 3, 2020
GENRE: Mainstream Historical Romance
WORD COUNT: 15,000 words
The war in Europe seemed to go on forever and many Canadian men were leaving for distant shores as well while others were returning with wounds that might never heal. As I silently slipped out of bed so as not to disturb my brother, Jack.
I glanced out at the snowbound countryside and footprints were clearly visible revealing that Andy Collins, our friend and paperboy had called earlier. My mother and father were still asleep and my brother Jack was curled up in a ball to ward off the cold wind that echoed around our house.
Monday, December 6th 1917 was to be a day that would live in my mind forever, even though it began like any other day. My name is John Smithers and I am fifteen years old, whilst my brother Jack is older than me and is seventeen, although we fought like cat and dog we both loved each other very much, in fact we could be seen each morning heading toward the local steelworks where we both worked.
The time is seven thirty and whilst my mother was preparing breakfast pop was busy yelling for us boys to get the hell ready for work, a chore he had to do daily.
“George,” my mother would say, “Those boys will be the death of me.” little did she realize how much those words were going to affect her at a later date.
Our dad was somewhat of a hero to us boys because he not only worked in the flour mill he was also a part time fireman who had to be available for every emergency. Jack and I made a race out of who was to leave the table first and he always won.
He would grab the morning paper from dad and say, “Looks like that damn war is going on forever pop.”
This did not impress my folks because they knew Jack wanted to enlist even though I myself felt he was somewhat mad, Jack had his mind set on a career as a soldier.
As we sat eating on that cold frosty morning little did we realize that this was to be a red-letter day in the history of our home town of Halifax, in fact until that day our lives had been pretty mundane. The day was to inspire courage beyond belief. “A BOLT FROM OF THE BLUE” it was described in the Halifax Gazette, an explosion that was to reduce the docks and most of the town to a pile of ruins.