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Cold War

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“I tell you, the world is different.  There was a major cosmic shift on or around September 29, 1959, as if the very atoms were scrambled.  We are not in the same place as we were, and we’re not where we are supposed to be.  It’s like we phased into a different Universe, one where we don’t belong.”

Our elite polar unit was taking a short break on our trek.  I was with Stan Petrosky, as always, and he was spouting his oddball philosophy, as always.

Stan had started at some fancy university as a philosophy major, but his parents had died in an accident, so he joined the army to make ends meet and to take advantage of the GI Bill.  I guess he never figured we’d be at war so soon.  But nobody had.

“You say the world changed on September 29 last year?” I asked.  “It doesn’t take a genius to know that, Stan.  It was only the biggest day in history since the 28th of June in 1914.  Hell, I’d say even bigger than December 7, 1941.”

“Yeah, what we did in September was like the killing of the Archduke, except that it was worse.  But it is more than that, beyond politics and war, it’s the Universe itself that is messed up; we are off track; we’re…”

“Petrosky and Dobbs, quit your yapping and get ready to move out.  The walls have ears.  We’re at war, you know.”  Sargent Smith was always all business, and was even worse on this mission. Continue reading


A Leaf

Drawing of a leaf in ice, a human body can be seen in the leaf

Consciousness slowly flowed into Seb, like the tide over the sand flats.  Nothing is there, and then you notice the waves coming closer.  Eventually the water is at your feet.  Seb noticed the glow long before he became aware that he was awake.  Hearing and feeling, like his consciousness, faded in a bit at a time.  First it was a numbness that admitted “numb” was not necessarily “nothing”.  It slowly grew to cold and pain, while the slight ringing in his ear grew to a ringing roar.

In the back of the roar Seb could hear the continuing battle.  He could feel the ground shake from the concussions.

“But Mother,” Seb said, “You always say things like that.  You call me special, and yet every child of every mother is special.  If we are all special, then none of us are.”

“Ah, but to a mother they are all special,” she said.  “And you are.  You, Seb, are extraordinary.”

“No, I am a nothing, a nobody, like everybody else.”

Seb thought back.  He tried to understand how he ended up face down in the cold field. Continue reading

70 Years Ago – Never Forget


August 6, 1945. The people of the city pretty much ignored the single airplane. Wave after wave of bombers had flown over the city in the past few months but always on their way to someplace else, to military targets or to firebomb Tokyo. Many Japanese cities had been reduced to ash, but not Hiroshima. Little did they know that it was their turn, that the single plane held a bomb that would unleash a firestorm far greater than even the one that leveled the German city of Dresden.

A blinding flash and an enormous pressure wave leveled the city. Many were killed instantly. Some trapped in the rubble were scorched as the firestorm raged across what was left of the city. Survivors had skin hanging off of their bodies like rags. On the first day some 70,000 people died. But it wasn’t over. People who had no physical injuries started to sicken and die. It was a strange new disease. They had radiation poisoning. Over all about 140,000 people died from that single bomb. Others had their lives changed. Malformed atomic babies were born. Even the healthy were shunned because people didn’t know if their genes had been mutated by the radiation. Continue reading

And the Sky Opened

Another Red DayWe heard long before we saw. The sound filled us with hope and fear because we knew it was our death or our salvation that was being pushed out in front of the vapor trails. A deep purr, like the sound of a thousand-ton cat, rose from the valley but was silenced by a bone jarring thud.

Then they were over us.

And the sky opened.

The sky opened to deliver either life or death. Continue reading

Our Story


There was a shrieking sound of the sky opening up followed by a low, subterranean thud.  The room shook, a snow of dust gently floated down from the ceiling.  We looked at each other.  We didn’t understand.  We didn’t want to understand.

There was another ripping sound, this time louder.  The explosion was deafening.  Our few remaining windows were blown out and this time we were pelted by a hail of ceiling plaster.  Through the choking dust we gathered and found a few nasty injuries caused by the flying glass.  Nothing serious or life threatening, but it was still pretty awful.  We left our rooms and headed downstairs.

We could no longer deny the truth.  Our city was being shelled Continue reading