Here I was.

The conclusion of the “Squad and the Barn” with a twist!

A poem using the symbolism of war to describe the feelings of an individual in stages of despair, regretting the way he treated a loved one. The poem describes the individuals body as a battlefield, while the two sides battling, his feelings against his pride and dignity, destroy the battlefield, and ultimately one side is "killed".

Tribute to all the soldiers fighting.

You feel odors of unwashed human bodies and the stench emanating gases emitted by human body. Places to stay among friends – true means to wake up this morning alive and not be slaughtered and stolen during the night captive.
Never lighting a cigarette third of a lighted match or strike a third lighter.
There outside the door the enemy or not? Just thrown a grenade at the door will give the answer.

On discovering a handgrenade in the fireplace.

Just a shot story I made that had one chapter… if people on here like it I will mabey finish the second chapter and work on the rest.

A short depiction of different bombs and their efficacy in World War II England.

Driving in South Africa, a deadly passtime.