by Simon Coard | Apr 17, 2009 | Stories
“You want to know what scares me?” said Private Burns of Company G in a tentative murmur. “You want to know what keeps me up at night in this godforsaken place? It ain’t death and dying. I just don’t want to die all alone.” On the other...
by Terry Voyle | Apr 17, 2009 | Stories
“Come on you bleedin’ girl guides’ let’s be ‘avin’ you”, shouts sar’nt-major Kite. One of the pleasures of army life is being hollered at by sar’nt-major Kite. His big red face with his big red moustache, on his big red head sticks through the flap of our tent....
by Terry Voyle | Apr 17, 2009 | Stories
Whizzz, Bang, “blimey that one was close “ I stammered. “Na,” said eddie, “ the buggers’ are just trying to keep us awake”. “Whaddyamean Ed”. “It’s their way of stopping us getting any kip, they just lob a shell over to keep us awake, you can set your watch by ’em”. I...
by Mehreen F. Ali | Apr 17, 2009 | Stories
Under the grey shadows of a long, narrow room lay twelve little mattresses. Upon these rested twelve little forms, some curled up into foetal positions, some with an arm and a leg outstretched as if running a silent marathon, some on their backs with their mouths...
by Matthew Glasby | Apr 17, 2009 | Stories
The man who is going to kill me looks sad, sick and afraid. He stands a little off balance, leaning into the deed, right foot defaulting to a twitchy toe movement. He is afraid in a way we have no similes for. They always involve pi*****, sh******, soiling yourself in...
by Andy Garner | Apr 17, 2009 | Stories
The boys sat cross legged in the shade. The older one wore a holed shirt, once white, now grey with the dust of rubble from the shattered house. His brother wore a man’s shirt he had found over his tee shirt. They had managed to gather some other loot from the ruin in...
