The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak
Journal Entry: Grey fog over a black city. Light funnels through a broken row of houses. Morning ablutions while my…
In Depth Tactical Solutions
Journal Entry: Grey fog over a black city. Light funnels through a broken row of houses. Morning ablutions while my…
During 2006 I was attending Saint Leo University at Savannah Center in Georgia. I had this biology teacher who was…
Here’s my stab at art. Although each speaks of an ancient time, they were all meant for the present time,…
Extinguish the brilliance of mistakes and begin aknew Impenetrable beliefs, Daedelic dreams fathered for so few. Two bolts of lighting…
I heard from Jeremy last night. They laid his friend Charlie to rest. Beautiful ceremony he told me; held at…
Quiet night for me at the moment and its because I’m away from the walls and the darkness, yet I…
Riding What surety do I have in my double life as my vehicle hurtles across lanes of hardball and sand.…
General Douglas A. MacArthur (1880-1964) “A Father’s Prayer” Written “during the early days of the desperate campaigns in the Far…