Fuses lit, the leaders of united tribes sat high upon their petulant camels who groaned in staccato calls across the dunes which shifted every minute as wind whipped it up into billows of dry dust plumes. The train carrying more soldiers and arms was fast approaching. Blue eyes dart back and forth across the desert scene, latch onto metallic gleams from scimitars, swords and rifles all
caught in unforgiving rays of sunlit beams. His wounds were healed but he would always bear the mental scar of humiliating torture under capture. And he couldn’t know it at this moment but, soon his life would be in ruins for leading this and other rebellion. Promoted and sent back into a dubious exile no more would he draw a saber, but he would be forever known now as, Lawrence of Arabia.
T. E. Lawrence became famous during World War 1 for uniting the many different Arab tribes to rise up and revolt against (the then) Ottoman Empire (Turkish) which had been allied with Germany.
At the time and, mostly for strategic purposes, (and continues today) it suited the British and her allies to bring about the fall of the Ottoman Empire. What we see today in the some of the middle east is probably due (in part) to what happened back then.
T. E. Lawrence’s death is somewhat as controversial as his life was. He died while riding his motorcycle. He supposedly hit a stone while swerving to avoid hitting two boys and was thrown over the handlebars hitting his head and after a few days, died. Some say he worked as a spy and because of what he knew and may expose in his future writings, he was killed but it was made to look like an accident.
But, for a while, he united hundreds of small Arab tribes into one united group who overthrew the rule of an Empire.
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