Next Stop, Flashback…

Today has been a gorgeous day! The sun has loomed overhead without a cloud in the sky; a crystal-blue canvas… Read more Next Stop, Flashback…

Hands Through Hair

My fingers are still damp with tears as I write this. I woke up from a vicious nightmare moments ago.… Read more Hands Through Hair

It was a Sunday, a beautiful Sunday. My girlfriend and I had just arrived at her family’s farm and were… Read more Sunday, Bloody Sunday…

I believe I have mentioned it before, somewhere within the verbose script that is my blog, how a simple gesture… Read more Taps…

As I pulled up to my house, I felt a sudden ease of relaxation wash over me. My shift was… Read more Mayday of Hope.

My blog is rife with confession. Some posts are murderous in their prose while others are poignant in their delivery.… Read more It’s Raining… It’s Pouring…

I spent six-years of my life in service to my country. Everyday I woke-up and practiced to the highest standard,… Read more The Missing Man

With the first day of summer ever looming overhead, what should be a jubilant anticipation is instead replaced by a… Read more The Pit