Glory Days

by The Usual Suspect

At one point, I had filmmaking aspirations.



Now I play death metal. And it will groove.

Reading as research for a purpose

by 13Stoploss

Just finished reading Jarhead. CB and BFriedman, you're next.

What Do You Live For?

by The Usual Suspect

What are the three most important things to you? (Family is only one category, and is kinda a GIMME anyway)

From the Memoirs of Ward B. Davis, WWI

By 13Stoploss
Romain Hill, France, September 1918

"In this position on Romain Hill, the German shells went over our heads. We could hear the guns explode, the whine of the shell coming and the explosion back of us. We felt as if we could reach up and touch the shells as they screamed over us. Their slow cycling groan indicated they were heavily laden and we shivered in our fox holes.

We became very thirsty. A detail went to get water; we never saw our canteens again. Our thirst became intolerable, worse than our hunger. We drank the juice from cans of salmon and threw the rest away.

I was detailed to help bury the dead. It was raining as four of us were called out of our foxholes, each holding the corner of a blanket, slipping along in clay mud, seeing only by flashes of lightning.

About the time we would get a body on a blanket and start to lift, we would discover that the soldiers holding two of the corners had vanished. Finally, the sergeant gave up in despair. That afternoon, I tried to crawl out in no-mans land to get the canteen of a dead German soldier, but I was called back--we were moving! However, we didn't move until night and we were told later we had advanced under mistaken orders."