The Other Side Of The Wall
written by: Ted S. Owens
From jungle's depths, grey shadows appear like ghost bleeding through an ethereal mist. They creep...
The Conflict
written by: Dawn DeBraal
Sheriff Thomas Ditter turned a blind eye when he drove by the VFW Local #145 Hall. There was Hardee Footits’ p...
Gettysburg
written by: Fred Miller
Under a copse of oaks, a mile or so from the ridge, we sit well hidden from the enemy. Yet we’re less concerned a...
Boots
written by: DC Diamondopolous
The same sun-scorched downtown Los Angeles that had seared the Iraq desert. Army Private First Class Samantha Cu...
