THE TWENTY-NINTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

THE TWENTY-NINTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

I lay in the muck of oozing mud seeping slowly up through the packed, cracked, and broken debris of jungle and aging decay. The smell was of the damaged sort I’d come to know as my home away from home down inside the A Shau Valley expanse. I wondered if the smell...
THE TWENTY-SECOND DAY, 30 Days Has September

THE TWENTY-SECOND DAY, 30 Days Has September

Corporal Mike Riorden was the Ontos Commander, although everyone called him Rio, like the city because his roots were from somewhere down in South America. The Ontos crew loved the Ontos, and I was almost certain their love had little to do with the machine’s armor or...