THE TWELFTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

THE TWELFTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

My attention was drawn by AK-47s firing. I could hear the fire reverberating back from far up the valley even as I took cover and prepared to move out. My full attention, however, was immediately focused back to right where I was, when the Russian-built fifty caliber...
THE TWELFTH DAY, 30 Days has September

THE TWELFTH DAY, 30 Days has September

The first spotting round of the fire mission came screaming in. I didn’t care if I could see or hear it in the rain, or the fact that clustered down under the overhanging cliff behind the berm, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to properly observe anything anyway. I...
THE ELEVENTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

THE ELEVENTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

There was no hooch for Captain Casey. The remnants of his tent lay scattered about the sand, a testament to the power of the Chicom 82mm mortar rounds that had impacted, taking Billings life with them. Only Billings’ bloody poncho survived, along with some items from...
THE ELEVENTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days has September

THE ELEVENTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days has September

“There’s a lesson to be learned from this and I’ve learned it oh so well,” was coming out of any number of small radio speakers when we marched across the perimeter and into the temporary encampment Captain Casey referred to as his command post. I walked in the lead...
THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT

THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT

So what can we do? Oh, there are the protests, and there is plenty of justified bitter vitriol to write and pass on. But, really. What do we do, those of us who are taken aback, feeling left out and worried right down to our cores that the country’s one...