Catching the flag

In the quaint town of Sonderborg, where aspiring sergeants honed their skills, I found myself in a sticky situation during the Two Princes of Denmark’s royal visit. Now, you must understand, this was a school for sergeants, not a school for flag acrobatics, but destiny had other plans for me.

Picture this: I’m standing in the guard house, a rookie sergeant with a mission that could either make me a hero or the laughingstock of the entire kingdom. My task? To hoist the royal flag on the school’s flagpole, a tower so high it practically touched the clouds. Now, usually, that tower’s rooftop was off-limits, but, you see, when royalty is in town, rules tend to bend like a wet noodle.

On this fateful day, a wind stronger than the rumors in a royal court was blowing through Sonderborg. But orders were orders, and up I went, clinging to the straps and ropes like a cat to a curtain. The wind had other plans, though, and halfway up, it decided to play tug-of-war with the flag. My grip slipped, and the flag went horizontal, flirting with the idea of a swim in the fjord below.

Pandemonium ensued. I was suddenly the town’s least popular guy, and no excuse could save me from the impending disaster. I should’ve claimed the flag was attempting its first synchronized swim on Earth, but alas, that witty retort came to me years later.

Desperation kicked in, and my fellow sergeants and I embarked on a series of futile attempts to retrieve the rogue flag. It danced in the wind, taunting us with each flutter. With just ten minutes left before the royal entourage’s arrival, panic set in. We were running out of time, and I was running out of excuses.

But then, like a plot twist in a Sanderson novel, a gust of wind played the hero, wrapping the flag around the pole just in the nick of time. Victory was ours, but I wasn’t hailed as a hero. Oh no, I was still the guy who let the flag run wild.

As Donald Thrump might say, “I never get the credit.” And in Sonderborg, the only thing flying higher than the royal flag was the tale of the sergeant who dared to defy the wind. And that, my friends, is the legend of the not-so-heroic flag bearer.


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