‘Mate, every time you climb that stage you look like you are marching to the scaffold. Lighten up!’ Admonished my oldest friend. It was true,
For God and country, and the Corps… With these justifications in mind, I wipe the sweat off my brow and once again set the crosshairs
Nights were the worst. Images, insurgent, irrepressible and unrelenting, forged into regiments and marched onwards, ever onwards. There was no escape. Insomnia was his purgatory.
‘Confirm 9.00 am?’ Kim met Nicki’s eyes. Leaning over the inert body, they checked timepieces, and nodded in unison. No longer the flutter of a
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