A Recap of The Wall: A Modern Shakespearean Tragedy
ACT I
Scene opens on a desolate battlefield. Two American soldiers, JARED and AARON, crouch behind a modest stone wall, their faces a mix of fear and determination.
JARED: Hark! What light through yonder sniper breaks? ‘Tis but a bullet, and it seeks our mortal coil!
AARON: Methinks the fiend lies in wait, a specter of doom, with ears sharper than our own!
JARED: Aye, my friend, our voices are but whispers in the wind, caught by the treacherous waves of this cursed radio!
AARON: If only we had a bard to pen our tale, for we are but pawns in this cruel game of hide and seek.
JARED: Verily, what fate awaits us? Shall we be but echoes in the annals of war, or shall we rise like phoenixes from this stone?
ACT II
With tension thick as the smoke of battle, the two soldiers attempt to communicate through gestures, as their voices are silenced by the lurking enemy.
AARON: (gesturing wildly) I shall draw forth a plan, a cunning stratagem to outwit this unseen beast!
JARED: Aye! But lo, what if our efforts be in vain? The wall, our only shield, may become our tomb!
AARON: Fear not, for I have a trick or two up my sleeve. Let us play the game of the shadows!
JARED: A game, you say? Dost thou mean to dance upon the grave of our sanity?
AARON: Nay, good sir! I mean to outsmart the wretched sniper with wit sharper than his bullet!
ACT III
As the plan unfolds, chaos reigns. Their futile attempts to escape are met with the cold precision of the sniper’s fire. The wall, once a symbol of hope, now becomes a harbinger of despair.
JARED: (whispering) Alas! Our fate is sealed, like a tragic tome forgotten by time!
AARON: Do not speak of doom, for every hero must face his reckoning! We shall not go gentle into that good night!
JARED: (sighs) Yet here we lie, trapped in this stone embrace, as the shadows close in. What folly brought us to this cursed fate?
AARON: The folly of man, dear friend! To wage war without the wisdom of peace!
ACT IV
In a final act of desperation, they attempt to outmaneuver their unseen foe, but the odds are stacked against them. The wall crumbles, and with it, their hopes.
JARED: (with resolve) If this be the end, let us meet it with valor! For what is life without a touch of gallantry?
AARON: Aye! We shall not be forgotten, for our tale shall echo through the ages, a lament for the brave!
JARED: (with a final breath) Then let us face the storm together, as brothers in arms!
The lights dim, and the stage fades to black, leaving the audience to ponder the futility of war, and the tragic fate of two soldiers caught in a merciless game.
EPILOGUE: And thus, dear audience, we are left with the haunting question: in the battle of survival, do we truly win, or merely survive to fight another day?