Basic Manipulation

Humans are malleable with the right amount of abuse. The right amount, too much and pop, too little and nothing. Sergeant First Class Robertson prides himself on knowing when the right amount of abuse has been reached. He has a stern face. He’s divorced. His red rimmed eyes are always angry. Many people wish himContinue reading “Basic Manipulation”

On an FTX

The boy is a trained killer in woodland-camo, rip-sole jungle boots, a kevlar helmet and a scowl. He digs shovelfuls of wet sucking mud from a hole. Drenched and miserable, he is sick as fuck of the army and all its machinations. The hole is for a sixty-caliber machine gun that will be aimed atContinue reading “On an FTX”