On the Hunt, PoemWaiting by the midnight stream,Tucked away near the icy brook,It's eyes in the darkness seemed to gleam.Waiting in it's snow-covered nook.As it hears the hoot of an owl,It matched it with a chilling howl.
Railroad Spikes and Lies: Prologue "Oh, so we're finally awake are we?" called a voice from beyond the blackness in my mind, seeming to shake every fiber of my being into waking.As I opened my eyes to a grey and black blur below my feet, gravel crunched under my bare feet. I felt a sudden heave and I spit blood over my black pants and on to the gravel below."Well, my my, Mister West don't we seem to be in a predicament here. My unfinished railroad that would offer me the chance at becoming the wealthiest man this continent has ever seen should run right through this mountain." The figure took a deep breath, and then sighed.I tried to move my hands to my face, but they were tied firmly behind me. I tried, instead, to blink my eyes into focus.The tall structure of a business man came into focus. His top hat held in his hand behind his back, and with the other he held a pocket watch. His face was charming, with a neatly trimmed beard. He had long shoulder length hair pull
Vietnam Operation: Search and Destroy The dull sound of a helicopter blade rippling the air echoed through the brush and the trees. Maybe the Viet's were finally getting close, Hoped Corporal Alex Wilson as he whipped large beads of sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his regulation army jacket.The sounds of the rotary blades atop the helicopter would come and pass; it swept the area looking for the target that was due within Wilson's firing range two days ago. Wilson wished the damned thing would just go away. "Don't need a large bird flying overhead," Wilson mumbled. "They already only move at night. Do they want to scare them into not moving at all?" Wilson dismissed his thought. He never really cared about the psychological part of warfare, just as long as the job was done, and done well. The helicopter r