Death of a Farmer

2019-07-18T22:16:47+00:00By |Creative Writing|

All I ever wanted was a farm. Unfortunately, I no longer see how that’s possible given the fact that I have a bayonet lodged inside my gut. Brushing my teeth this morning, I didn’t really want to believe it’d be me today. As the cold steel enters my intestines, I find humor in the fact that you never really think something bad will happen to you until it does. I can’t even see the guy’s eyes who’s stabbing me. The brim of his hat conceals the upper part of his bearded, grime-covered face. He’s grimacing and I am led to [...]

Lt. Boggess and the Battered Bastards

2018-07-12T02:52:46+00:00By |Creative Writing|

Lt. Boggess' muscles swelled as he pushed the heavy steel top-hatch of his Sherman open then popped his head outside. Like a hare awakening from hibernation, Boggess eyed the wind-swept fields of Belgium, relieved to see the vast stretches of snow finally melting. Fresh air flowed towards his face and entered his nostrils. As Boggess felt the warm spring air on his face, he happily concluded that there will be no more cracked lips, chilblains or bone-chilling breezes. For the last few months, Boggess and his fellow tankers of the 4th Armored Division have been fighting an uphill battle [...]

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