Sitting here and feeling my mind slipping back to one summer’s afternoon when I had found a box, and went to be told the stories behind the photos found in that box. Having asked if all was like in all the old war movies, and I was told to sit down, so that I could be filled in on some of the stories behind those old black and white photos. Where to begin? Was what was then asked and I was told that these black and white...
Friendly Fire A local boy was cutting grass one Sunday afternoon,amidst the granite markers and the shrubs still left to prune. And as he wove his way around the obstacles at hand,he saw a fellow kneeling on a patch of harrowed land. The man was bent and crying as he leaned against the stoneconversing with a spirit – like he wasn’t there alone. ‘Twas clear he’d been a soldier by the patches on his shirtand the artificial...
THE FOUR SEASONS © Copyright 2008, 2010 By Autumn Writer Prologue How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me? Consider and hear me, O Lord my god: lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death; Lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed against him; and those that trouble me rejoice when I am moved. Psalm 13: 2- "Señor Hal, Señor Hal!" the young...
