THE MIDNIGHT HOUR, Short Story.

THE MIDNIGHT HOUR, Short Story.

THE MIDNIGHT HOUR… The water beating on the cold lakeshore was incessant. Tom lay between the two dumpsters in the alley half a block from the lake, the water lapping along the edge if the nearby shore probably intended by God to be comforting, but it was not....
TWENTY-FIFTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

TWENTY-FIFTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

The only 25 series radio military occupational specialty in the company, not already serving one of the platoon commanders, was Hultzer. The only thing I knew about him was that he had been assigned to one of the Project Hundred Thousand privates sent in by special...