This is a war story. He knows because he is surrounded by people in camo and in his ears are men screaming for help in between the pop of small arms fire. Patrols are always going out and not coming back. There is little he can do. He doesn’t send them out. He doesn’t pickContinue reading “For the Boy”
Only history will note the lonely battleground. The once bloody field where hero’s faced demons, and death loomed impossible and always for someone else, where rotting corpse and rusting weapon sink into the bog forgotten forever, where courage is fleeting and cowardice dies a long lonely death. No pen can do justice to the sacrificesContinue reading “The Lonely Battlefield”
Arrows fill the sky blocking out the sun. Hundreds of gaberdine armored bodies splash into the murky-water below. Wounded, they drown slowly. The survivors crush back against a closed drawbridge away from the infantry wielded lances piercing through a closed gate. Until a boy releases the lever, dying a hero.
They were the fodder of the infantry, the little boots, the walking dead. Eleven bang bangs, through and through, but guys with almost no hope of going back home. Maybe the infantry was filled with the illiterate, criminals, the roughened variety. And maybe these men were all of that and more, but they were alsoContinue reading “Tunnel Rats”
of a war that lasted 265 years an old war and old hates filled with bloody battle after bloody battle no family untouched death famine sickness bodies lingering piled up like disappointment no one cares At one time righteous victory was sought wrongs righted then it was about taking back loss than revenge then a horribleContinue reading “This is the End”
It is Within the polluted forest of hair On the giant’s head Two sides fight They are Small creatures Flying With wings Like leather Teeth sharp and wicked Intentions maligned Focused As Oblivious is their host They gather His essence To live To war against each other Untill The End Art: hill giant byContinue reading “In a Forest of Hair”
The king’s arm shoot skywards. The sword encrusted in his hand glows a rusty red in the noon sun. Some from the line whisper it is on fire. Zeus commands the king’s destiny. The older warriors know better though. They shake their head. The truth is many will die today. That’s the truth. Lots ofContinue reading “A Game”
Every generation Nokis is there to die. Why? He ran. According to Ares that made him a coward. Fuck Ares. Nokis had had enough. He is sinewy muscle and gold skinned from ten years fighting a war. The dirt and blood and disease and the constant pang of gut crunching fear. Injury and infection. BlisteredContinue reading “The Curse of Nokis”