Posted March 18, 2017
Pro Patria: Chapter One The dim morning light was grey in our eyes. The Mojave is well known for its stunning sunrise, but it had been weeks since I had noticed the explosion of color that took place every morning. Schmidt and I sat with our backs to the sun, smoking cigarettes and thinking about n...
Posted March 18, 2017
Pro Patria This is the story of a single NCR trooper, of his experiences during the war, and of the massive costs that the common soldier pays. Chapters Chapter One
Posted August 4, 2015
Crows circled above as the sun beat down on the desert floor. He was dying, and the desert knew it. The man was severely dehydrated; he hadn’t had a drop of water in three days. All rational thought had left him, causing him to wander the wastes in the full heat of the day. The Mojave was a dangerou...
Posted July 20, 2015
They had been marching for days. His feet were swollen and blistered and he could no longer feel the cuts in his wrists from the ropes binding him to the slave next to him. The man had told him his name on the first day but he had forgotten it several days ago. Was it James? No, my name is James, I ...