Guest Author Steve B. Davis writes a letter to his grandfather. A Remembrance Day tribute to him and all the others that served our country so unselfishly.
Remembrance
Melinda Cochrane asks … are we remembering?
Overtime
He was just a boy, all of twenty-one. Then the morning came, his number turned, mail out by the ton. Said we need you boy, country’s on the run. Spoke his last goodbye’s, now the time had come …
The Brooding Soldier
While standing at the base of The Brooding Soldier in St. Julien, I had tears in my eyes and was filled with mixed emotions.
Abandoned
Compared to these times, our problems seem trivial. By understanding the cost of our mistakes, perhaps we can learn never to repeat them again.
Running in Bamfield
Soft autumn early morning. People sitting at outdoor tables. Writing letters quickly, before the onrushing winter rain.
EEEEK! Flying Spiders!
While most only fly a short distance, others are taken up into the jet stream, some ascending into the upper atmosphere … where they can survive without food for up to 25 days! And this… is how they invade islands and mountain tops!
Santa Fe Dreams
The E Train went by underground, shaking the floor, the glasses on the bar. The kid standing next to me looked startled. “When I was a kid the Santa Fe freights used to wake me up,” the kid said. He seemed lost and kind of lowdown when he said it. We were strangers, standing at […]
You Are Not
You are not like gentle swans, perfect beauty so many times compared … You are like violent lightning, striking the lies of men and melting my soul to yours
Take Cover! Take Cover!
It was World War II and enemy bombs rained on London, England, leaving death and destruction in their path. This is the true story of a young girl during the most terrifying 24 hours of her life – separated from her family, trapped in a collapsing bomb shelter and wondering if death would be a welcome release from the pain and fear.
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