War

It was unbearably hot underneath the 30 plus pounds of equipment carried.  I left the sweet air of America and became chained in a foreign place that smelled like my local garbage dump.  Of course, saying this place smelled like a garbage dump was an insult to garbage dumps.  This part of the country was...

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A Life Well Lived

My grandfather is dying, and there is nothing I can do about it. Sounds like the opening for a sad story filled with flashbacks, tears, and at the very least stimulating conversations. Unfortunately, this is not a fictional story it is my life. I have been on this planet for 38 years, and there has...