Personal Writing

  1. A wish to not be known(230225)

    I fantasise about running away, throwing myself into the scum of the world and becoming one with it, Because in the dark and dinge of it all I will be nameless. Just a story lost to the passing of time. Nothing will matter. Not the things they say Not the choices I make Not the life I lived Because at the end of he day, when all is said and done, We all end up six feet under the very same earth. Laid to rest and forgotten.
  2. Bushmaster Three-Two

    This is just something I whipped up the other day. I suppose it's kind of a memory of mine... "Bushmaster Three-Two; move, set, occupy, Battle Position One-Alpha. Report when set, over," the tinny voice of Sgt. 1st Class Julio Raysor, the Squadron Master Gunner in the range tower, crackled through the amplified speakers of Spc. Darren Kresner’s CVC helmet. Kresner shifted nervously at the gunner's station as he silently counted off the Prefire Checks in his head again as the driver...
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