The undefeated defeated Goliath

You, of course, would think I was the only giant present in my day. I'm here to tell you that you've been wrong all this time. I just happened to be the big guy with a big mouth. Although they were soldiers, they were also timid. I stood up strong to defend my country. I was that patriotic. Jonathan had killed our commander in Geba. I couldn't let that pass without retaliating.

As a soldier, I have to avenge my commander's death. He was like a father to me. My talking and what you'd call ranting have now achieved their purpose. It sent terror and horror down their spines. They chickened out... I called them the slaves of Saul. I saw how they trembled at the sound of my voice. I saw it and laughed. But what could they have done? I saw how they looked angrily at me when I talked down to their God. The one you'd later say His wrath came upon me.

But you didn't know the full story, did you? Relax and listen. Allow me to introduce myself in case you're still confused. I'm Goliath. Now you remember me? Good! I'm here to tell you how it all happened. Back to my story. I suddenly saw a little boy walk up to me. He was quite small in comparison to my size.

I didn't know I wouldn't live to see the next hour. I didn't know he would be responsible for my demise. He was a young boy with a very bright face. As he moved nearer, my shield carrier said he'd heard about how he killed wild animals that came to attack his sheep. I thought, "Oh well, I'm not an animal." He moved closer to me with a catapult in his hands. He looked up at me as if he were looking up at the sky. I was silent in respect to his boldness and audacity. I felt something was off.

I at first ignored the silent voice within me that told me not to go into a duel against him. I killed the voice totally and, in response, walked closer to the boy, with, of course, my shield-bearer walking in front of me. When I saw him, I laughed at first and scornfully shouted at him. "You think I'm a dog, fam?" "The birds are going to have your meat eaten for lunch, young bruv." But truth be told, I had to say that because I didn't want to look weak. Some of my fellow soldiers were already laughing at me when he was walking towards me. I was challenged by a boy. They didn't, of course, want me to succeed. They knew me as someone who talks a lot.

But for the sake of their dear country, they wanted me to win. His response brought me back to life. I've never heard someone speak to me in that manner. This boy had something more than I could ever have. I at first wondered if he was the king's son. But I knew Saul wouldn't let his son face me in a one-on-one duel.

"You're coming against me with a sword, spear, and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty, the God of the Israelite armies, which you have defiled." The boy spoke those words. I was shocked. Now, at least, I know where his confidence came from. His God is almighty. But it's a little funny—a man of my size against this young boy? With that, I charged heavily at him. He ran to meet me also; what great audacity! My plan was to rake his head off with my well-sharpened small sword, which I was gifted by our king as the warrior of the year.

I noticed him put his hands in the small sack he carried. Is that some new kind of magic? It didn't bother me. "My size is enough," I thought. Suddenly, something like a stone struck me in the forehead. My hands were lifeless. My legs couldn't move an inch. "Something is off." Before my brain could process any more thoughts, I was down. Face downward on the ground. I didn't know what had come over me. Is this what it means to be dying? I've only killed; I've never been in this position. I was dying.

I remember how many people I've sent on a never-ending journey. I realized they wouldn't ever see their loved ones. Years later, people would probably think I didn't have emotions. I cried. I couldn't move. My eyes are getting closed. People would only see me as a failure in history. "The big guy got defeated by a kid." He moved closer to me, and as promised, he cut off my head. The head of a giant was cut off by a boy. I was ashamed of myself. Perhaps their God's wrath later came upon me. I'm still upset, even today.

Although he later came to meet me in hell, He had become an old man. I learned he later became a nice king. I wasn't surprised. He was here only for a while. A bigger guy came later, and he went with the bigger guy. Our master couldn't stop both of them. In fact, they had him defeated. He's never coming back here. Perhaps their God always wins.