The Godmother of the American People

It was the spring of the year and winter had lifted her icy blanket from the land, but the shroud of death still lay upon France. For 96 years she lay at death's door in starting at Crecy where the English long bow had laid waste to the French heavy armour only backed by their crossbowmen.
Then at Poitiers, the French would fall again in slaughter that seemed to be omen and followed by the death blow at Angincort where once again the English long bow would make France a slaughter pit for their best.

Death, rout, slaughter, retreat were the bitter poison upon which the French nursed for in anguish and travail as roving bands robbed, raped and murdered their way through the divided country of English to the north and the nothingness of the south in the last royal of France who was 3 months from fleeing what was France, as the French people would cease then to become forever English.

It was upon this morgue that a child from Domremy would come into France with the Voices from God directing her. The government, the lights of Paris and even her own people would mock her for months, but she would keep on with miracles and faith to come to that May in raising an army in the grave of France for one last gasp, which promised to be the resurrection of a nation not yet dead.

She would lead to a place named Orleans and raise a siege for which the English had sought to inflict the final coup de grace upon the Reubenites of Israel.
Wounded, she would take to her saddle again in raising a new army to march, and march she would in leading that army to the moats where she would herself lead the charge, be knocked from a ladder scaling a wall, be lifted by her giant arms bearer and rally the French to victory.

The English would in fury rouse to smash this witch as they saw her and came for her in their noble military which was the terror of Europe and that meant the world.
The girl would decline the English challenge when they met and simply explain to her Generals that, "Today was not the day, but tomorrow would be.........tomorrow would be the day that they would strike the English with a blow that would for a 1000 years shatter their place in France".

During a mysted night, the French sentries would report the English were on the move. Their hot heads cooled by the wet had the English falling back to the river and then to the safety of Paris.
The girl General though would have none of it and ordered her troops to march. She would fly to gather in a siege force she had left and conquer that fortress and within hours catch her main army on the heals of the English.

She would feel her way, to the English outposts and continue on as the angle army plunged into the vast brushy plain on the way to Paris where they could lay in wait and ambush the French if they dared to follow.
Dare to follow she did though with her hesitant generals, in sending ahead to feel her most profane of Generals, called Satan LaHire and his Hellions, the French Cavalry was dogged on the heals of the retreating force.

Onward the French felt their way and LaHire in due time started a hind which burst through the lines and in short time a muffled cheer was heard as the English tired of their captive moulded bread and rancid salt beef exclaimed at the fortune of fresh meet.
LaHire paused and sent back his compliments to his General that the British were discovered ahead and they had no idea the French had closed.

Joan of Arc coolly closed with her forces and by this time the English has discovered the French. Their 3 battles lines were forming, the rear guard was set, the middle artillery had swung round and the main battle group was closing fast upon the French when the girl ordered LaHire to charge.
Charge he did with his screaming mass of death. France lay at that door for 96 years when Joan of Arc rose in May of that year. She capped the English giant of his knees at Orleans, hounded him to the plains of France and in this little village called Patay she would take on this monster and break it's back.

LaHire plunged into the English lines hard and fast. Joan D'Arc's generals begged her with anticipation to be set loose into the battle, but calmly the girl held her hand and waited, and waited...........and waited.
Finally, at the moment she had known would come the English broke ranks and the battle lines fell back to their cursing general and then Joan D'Arc with head laid to her horses neck as she always did, clothed in her shimmering silver armour commanded the French legions to "FOLLOW ME", and to the wind she rode.

For 3 hours the French did their business like never before in slaughtering thousands of England's finest and bravest. The rout was complete and certain as the girl said it would be. The English were broken and France was alive again never to be extinguished to the Lord' coming.

Never in history has a 17 year old of any sex commanded the armies of their nation and never before in the history of the world had in 7 weeks had a child taken a dead nation and breathed her to life saving a nation from an eternal footnote of a people that was.

There though her scribe would find her on the field of Patay, she had seen a dying English Soldier who had no money to ransom himself and she rode to him with the stacks of dead surrounding them, called for a priest and there in tears and careful hand was comforting the dying man to his eternal rest.

Imagine in May a nation dead and by July a nation reborn, all from this miracle in a feminine form of 17 years old in healer, resurrector and the giver of life to an entire people.

Her only request was that her people would never have to pay taxes again and they did not until the French Revolution. She never asked for anything more, and the French mobs in turn burned not only her, but her armour, her swords and her clothes.
The survivors would then give to her statues, a place of worship and grande accolades which she never desired nor lusted for.

Patay was the conception of the American Republic for in it France was made alive and America would be born in 1776.
Lafayette would bring to America the Spirit of Joan D' Arc, how many nations in this world have been born because of this woman..........and how her American children would in 1944 set her beloved France again free from oppression and they would call out, "Lafayette we are here".

The tender mercies eternal of Jeanette D'Arc, the girl General of France and the godmother of the American people.


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