Grapes of Wrath

I knelt between the grape rows on a sweltering afternoon. Sweat ran through the dust caked on my face. The Soldier in front of me glanced back, his sunken face caked in filth that outlined the shape of his cheekbones. One of our endless patrols. An Apache flew overhead, rotors churning the...

The Long Dark Road

Rain hammered on the fire escape. Pre dawn, early November. A thin slit of light split the curtains. The street lamp outside. I shifted beneath the duvet and buried my head in the pillows. I wrapped myself in my clean white sheets. The hypno-fog swirled as I lay in denial. The coffee maker...

The Waters of Babylo...

The bird touched down late on a Friday night. We stepped out into cold and misting rain. A major I used to work for was there to greet us. He squeezed my hand so hard I winced. Our chalk was the last one home. Rear Detachment had sensitive items turn-in streamlined. I verified the serial...

Batteries Not Included Aug29

Batteries Not Includ...

At this transition in my life, I have to consider what I have done and why. To put a period at the end of this chapter. I have realized that all of the politics are bullshit. All of the reasons are bullshit. All of it is bullshit. War is. . . . And wherever war is, at the intersection of...