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Skyler Saunders
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I’ve been writing since I was five-years-old. I didn’t have a wide audience until I was nine. If you enjoy my work feel free to like but also never hesitate to share. Thank you for your patronage. Take care.
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Stories (2153/0)
Marine Corps Stories: Man First
By just stepping in from the relative coolness in San Diego on this autumn afternoon, Second Lieutenant Gentry Smith-Woods, twenty-three and standing at 5’9,” could tell that attitudes had changed. Some lights and tinsel and a mini Christmas tree adorned the walls and corner of the shop. His other Marine officers at the naval hospital busied themselves with aiding the ailing Marines and ensuring that they experienced the best of care and a smooth transition back into civilian life. Smith-Woods felt the tight grip of agitation surround his legs and shoot up towards his neck. It was like a serpent snaking its way through his body. The discomfort somehow motivated him. But doesn’t the lack of comfort always motivate a Marine?
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Quarrel
Cold desert nights became the sense of normalcy for the Marines at the forward operating base. A lance corporal from the base had just perished in combat and an unease crept through the Devil Dogs like influenza. But they plowed forward, not forgetting the pain but simply processing it. Newton Kolby had fallen just hours ago. He had not survived his injuries from a roadside bomb. The young Marine would go on to earn the Navy Cross and the Silver Star for his actions, posthumously. His feats saved the lives of four other Marines. Oscar Pohlad, about 6’1” and weighing 190 pounds looked at the picture on the battlefield cross of the young man with his own rank. He shared the same complexion that looked like cashews. He kept walking back to his rack.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Toy Warriors
During the Christmas season, the Marines handed out toys for the youngsters. Each of them wore their Dress Blue uniforms and looked like toy warriors ready to lend a helping hand to those who deserved it. The children had to have maintained excellent marks in school and not started any behavioral issues. The entire affair took place in a warehouse with gigantic fans. Warmth from the heaters wrapped around the occupants like a comforter. But not all Marines held the holiday cheer. In a nearby restroom, two Marines aired their differences.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Qualification
The junior Marines sat cross-legged on the ship’s deck. Wind was light and the sky was a serene cerulean. NCOs, SNCOs and officers stood at parade rest. Lieutenant Colonel Rosalyn Carr addressed them all. She boasted light features and straight, ivory white teeth. Her cammies appeared pressed and her silver oak leaf insignia glittered like platinum nuggets in the light.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: A Tight Group
SAPI plates and rucksacks and knee pads and rifles and more gear that kept these warriors in step pervaded the vehicle. As Christmas neared in this far off land away from home in America, these men traversed the unyielding elements. The sixty degree weather remained welcoming, though. For all of the scorching summers with heat that would make Lucifer blush, the infantrymen of this Marine Division all focused on the main objective: ensure that cement trucks full of contractors reached a school zone.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Police Call
This December morning brought iciness. This East Coast United States Marine Corps base provided a haven for improvement. Around the barracks, the Marines had decorated their living spaces with lights and wreaths. Still, with all of the wonderful adornments, there remained some untidy places around the base. One such area was the parking lot to the chow hall. As he wore a grayish-tan jacket with two stars tacked to his each of shoulders, Major General Jaysuvius Gambon, command general of this particular Division, bent down and picked up a water bottle employed for discarding used dip, a boot band, three cigarettes, two receipts, and four energy drink cans.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Her Sights
American pith helmets cropped up as the various branches of the United States military vied for top position on the sniper rifle range. A chill enveloped the crowd of service-members on this late autumn day in December. The main draw of the entire proceedings remained Sergeant Kinyetta “Down Range” Barkin. She was a 5’5” goddess with a gun. She boasted soft features and long hair that her donut bun belied. Her skin was the color of black diamonds and pearls and she possessed a shapely figure that her cammies also hid.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Operation Green to Real Green
Corporal Jaimie Vincent’s arrival to the barracks received no fanfare. No troops rallied around the young man. He didn’t accept any beer and cake for his effort. It was all business. Vincent remained squared away; from his haircut to his boot laces (left over right) he projected his new role. Once an Army soldier, he now walked in the light of the United States Marine Corps. He first checked in with his Service Alpha uniform that boasted a few pieces of chest candy tacked to his left breast. As he stood at the position of attention, in front of Master Sergeant George Glaxon. Vincent stared at the achievements on the wall. His palms laid tight in soft fists against his trouser seams and seemed as if he clutched tiny, smooth stones.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: One Night in the Desert
Exhaust from the pipes of the SUV funneled upward. Sand blanketed the land. The driver, Sergeant Avery Amos, looked at his front passenger, Sergeant Venus Fiore, and exchanged glances as Lance Corporals Edwin Black and Cate McGuinness looked down at their phones.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Grace and Strength
Winter’s bite was strong. Snow piled up along the highways thanks to the salt and clearing trucks. In the country, the Marines waited for the cycle to end. They had six more months left. December in this mountainous region of the world seemed as bitter as ever. What could warm Marines more than a few singers and comics from the American Entertainment Organization? The AEO flew in about two dozen entertainers to lift the morale of the battle hardened Leathernecks. First Sergeant Paul Denny had enjoyed the shows ever since he first enlisted and experienced a combat zone. This was no different. Only the names and faces changed. He sat at a makeshift SNCO bar where the barkeep cranked the heat up to eleven. No other SNCOs populated the place. It was about two am.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
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