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The Things We Carry

  • November 14, 2016

Gravel and Armor

The gravel and dirt crunch below our feet like old snow in March. A cloud of vapor hovers over us, as our warm breath gathers together for one last stand against the cold. It is dawn, and the sun hasn’t beat the moon yet, or wiped away the dark blue of early morning. It’s a quiet walk up hill, only...

  • October 17, 2016

Blog 2

I was telling my friend, John, who is a US Air Force Vet that he was only kind-a-sort of in the service; on account of him being in the Air Force. He smirked, and tossed back at me that I was National Guard, ‘Nuff said. In our timeless service on service jaw jacking that is enduring to the members of...

  • October 05, 2016

9 Line

I’m outside, standing in my driveway. The air is brisk today, and touches my skin like a reassuring old friend. I look up at the dawn skyline, and see the outlines of rolling hills and houses, and see the faint polluted glow of a sunrise against a nearly cloudless sky. I breathe, and breathe, and breathe. Like I haven’t ever...