The Finest of them All
The first black Commandant of the United States Marine Corps is challenged.
Cameras captured the moment. The first black Commandant in the United States Marine Corps would be accepted into that rarified air of past heads of the Corps.
This made global news. Everyone smiled until someone yelled a racial slur towards the new Commandant. The man was carted out of the room. General Foseral Grain didn’t miss a beat.
“He forgot Commandant stove pipe!”
The room burst out into laughter and applause.
Grain’s wife Kalonia stood next to him and spoke to him. “You didn’t let that affect you. Among all of your accomplishments this is the finest of them all.”
About the Creator
Skyler Saunders
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.
S.S.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Keep reading
More stories from Skyler Saunders and writers in Fiction and other communities.
Let Not the Luddite Rule
Challenges to the businesses is what business was about to Lecter Ving. He knew that switchboard operators had been phased out by the smartphone and all the technology that led up to them. The color of charcoal, he clasped his cufflinks and headed towards the office in his Goulding Flight Path model.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Spring
The sun was high when Lance pulled off the road and into the dusty lot of the service station. The sign back at the hairpin--the first sign in a long time--said they just rolled into Hatter’s Creek, Population 63. It was small enough it didn’t appear on the handmap in Shelby’s lap, yet here it stood, the first backwater township on the fringes of the National Park. The plan was to gas up, restock the snack bag, and press on into the wilderness.
By Zack Graham6 days ago in Fiction
Letter to our Queer & Trans Youth
Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swanson4 days ago in Pride
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.