by Derek Pattison | Apr 22, 2009 | Stories
WAR War, once waged has an impetus of its own, and the outcome, and the manner in which it is concluded could never be envisaged while it lasts. There was no doubt that the war was all but over, the enemy defeated, depending from which side it was viewed; but the...
by John G | Apr 20, 2009 | Poetry
Toilet paper rolls were strewn around the jackknifed trailer, Humvees dust trailed past the smoke veiled engine cab, their turrets popcorned the van that bowled grenades at their bee line. The driver crumpled, rutting sand with his elbows, while the captain kept...
by Anwen Hayward | Apr 20, 2009 | Stories
She had not wanted him to go to war in the first place. To her, the idea of war was an archaic and primitive one, and could only end in the complete destruction of everything for which it had begun, and the thought of her Tony being shipped right into the middle of it...
by Steve Morris | Apr 20, 2009 | Stories
“Just look at the state of him. Good grief. What were you thinking of? This is serious, you fool.” “I’m telling you he is the best!” I replied. We both watched Hayden in the mess. Seemingly oblivious to us, he sat as always in this same position, at the same table...
by Anwen Hayward | Apr 19, 2009 | Poetry
He said that the moon was pale, A silver sliver in the choking night, And that it illuminated their prison like cobwebs in a candle. The deafening thuds and crashes filled The dusty, dangerous air, And lived in harmony with the drowning gases. The ground was thick and...
