April 5, 1945 Cpl. Lance Johnson, Pfc. Josh Dickerson, Pvt. Terry Parker and Pvt. Gary Daniels was sitting outside the office of Lt. Gen. Richard Taylor, who is in charge of finding Nazi treasure, that was looted during the German occupation of Western Europe from 1940 to 1945.
The Captain's Book
Lauren watched Kathy’s shoulders grow more rigid as she stared out the window above the kitchen sink. Finally she turned back to the others, her thin, red lips turned down in distaste, her red, acrylic nails tapping ceaselessly against the porcelain mug in her hand. “Something needs to be done. For two bits I’d go out there and settle this myself,” she barked.
First of all, if you’re not in the Army or familiar with the term battle buddy, this is what it is defined as: A battle buddy is a partner assigned to a soldier in the United States Army. Each battle buddy is expected to assist his or her partner both in and out of combat. The concept of battle buddies is introduced to each service member upon arrival to Basic Training. Life as an individual disappears in the most uncomfortable, comforting way.
3 Obscure Novels of the World Wars
Some of the most turbulent times in modern history have been the world wars lasting from 1914 through to 1918 and then again from 1939 through to 1945. Many authors have written novels set in or about this time - both fiction and non-fiction. Some of the most famous including "The Book Thief" by Marcus Zusack (fiction), "Diary of a Young Girl" by Anne Frank (non-fiction) and even "All Quiet on the Western Front" by EM Remarque (semi-autobiographical).
Cost of Freedom
Rwanda, 1993: Freedom comes in many forms, ours came in a rusty tin can, stuffed with twenty thousand American dollars. The amount we needed to bribe our way to safety.
Line of Sight
“Then came the war, and I went with the rest To learn my lessons, with death as a guest... The days and nights that I spent overseas,
Soo-Jin Quinn paced the waiting room area feverishly as she counted down the time. She looked at the light above the door expecting it to cease its glow at any moment. She knew she still had three more long agonizing minutes until it was her turn, and it was torture.
In late winter 2007, I was a in charge of several human intelligence elements, which were comprised of 3–5 person teams who sallied forth to collect rumors. The practice provides a relatively good idea of the local vibe, motivations, and perhaps even a heads up to potential upcoming threats. One of my buddies who was in charge of ISR (intelligence, surveillance, and reconnaissance) was on mid-tour leave, so I shifted my schedule to cover down her shift, which was the night shift. As I was the highest ranking person during that shift, I became the TOC (tactical operations center) commander. This was my first deployment, and I was a shiny new 2LT. Basically - I was Jon Snow and I knew nothing.
Divided By Duty
In a military relationship, service always comes first; what is it like to share your spouse, partner or significant other with the armed forces?
The A-List, Enlisted
Famous figures in the forces; all about the household names that spent time in uniform.
Back on the Homefront
The adjustment from active duty to civilian life is rife with joy, emotion and challenges alike. Ponder the true nature of post-army homecomings and the reality of transitioning from soldier to veteran.
Do Something Anyway.
You’re trapped in some crappy place away from all your family and your best friends. There’s nothing to do. This place sucks!
The Murder of Xalapa (Part I)
The most beautiful man of the English-speaking world is about to do the unthinkable. He is quite mad, but he is more sad than angry. He is tall and has the perfect tan sin of the Caribbean and the Mediterranean Sea. He just lost a good friend and his first friend, Mr. Yépez.
Home Too Soon
In my short adult life I've been known as many things. A mistake, a blessing, a compeer, corrival. The love of someone's life, nothing... a beggar, a thrull, half live or partially undead. living off the bits and pieces from the few civilized who chose to spare it. Hunger pangs rock me in an out of sleep, like an angler's line on an empty tarn. "These train carts sleep a lot better when ain't nobody on em". I heard in the distance Another exclaimed as he adjusted himself in recumbency. Homelessness mustn't suit me well I thought, 7 months in and My pride still thwarts my reality. Unfamiliar with the uncertainties each night brings, let alone the encroaching city air; a nightly reminder that i'm not at "home". Wherever home is. A veteran, not gone long enough to be a hero, home before it was okay to be forgotten. Here I sit. Existing In a non essential existence. "Existing"I glanced one eye to see 8bit sand draining from the digit hourglass on the platform display. "This is home for the night." I told myself as The hour neared 3am I found safety in that thought.
EARLY ON There were a lot of people active during the American Civil War aiding in the Union winning. In particular was a woman named Elizabeth Van Lew. She was born in Richmond, Virginia in the year 1818. Her father owned several slaves which were freed by her and her mother when he died. Some of the former slave help was kept and paid to work for the family. Van Lew even took inheritance money and purchased family members of the slaves they owned and freed them as well. When the war broke she began bringing food, and clothing to the Union prisoners, even helping some escape. There were safe houses for those escaped and she even went as far as to help get Union sympathizers roles as prison staff. One of the places that was held as a safe house was her mansion which held Union prisoners and those looking to desert from the Confederacy side.
The Ivory-billed Woodpecker has flown. Lord to God I wish it was not true, but now I have to tell his story. After all, he left me $20,000. And a stamp collection, a Boy Scout Handbook from the 1930s, a metal-encased pocket bible from WWII, and a little black book that looks its age -- eighty years, if it was eighteen years younger than he.
THE WARRIOR IN THE WIND
“Teju! Teju!” Teju’s mother called out frantically. “Teju, where are you?” She cried. She was beginning to get worried as she didn’t know when her son stepped out of the house. She had just prepared his favourite meal for dinner and was anticipating his excitement when she called him to the dinner table. Fear quickly turned to relief as her seven year old ran into the house with his muddy clothes. “Where did you go young man? I’ve been worried sick!” “I’m sorry mum, but Femi and Titi called me out to play with them.” Femi and Titi were Mrs Olanrewaju, the neighbour’s kids. Rebecca felt at ease. She knew Teju would always be safe at "Madam Gold's" house, as Mrs Olanrewaju was often called. “Why didn’t you at least tell me before leaving? You always let me know everytime you go out to play.” “I’m sorry mum.” He said with tears rolling down his eyes, as he’d sensed that his mum was still quite upset. “I was going to tell you but you were sleeping when I left, and I didn’t want to disturb you. Femi told me to hurry, he and his dad were playing football in their backyard and I really wanted to join them.” Upon hearing this, Rebecca hugged her son tightly and they both cried for a bit.
Tarnow, Poland, May 1939 Toothbrushes were set to the cobblestone streets as lawyers, bankers, reporters, and the communities elite scrubbed each inch of their towns busiest street. Soldiers prevented the street cleaners from leaving their assigned task. A crowd gathers to watch men in suits scrubbing the street. Initially, there was silence. A German soldier, not more than nineteen years old, walks slowly to a store filled with many fruits and vegetables. He grabs an apple and throws it at an older man who has just stood and asked to use the restroom. The soldiers all start laughing and rushing to grab a fruit. The townspeople start cheering as the community's upper class are pelted with food and then furniture, and finally, the scene grows very dark. Wives try and protect their husbands, and then the soldiers take the wives.
The Gift of Hope
Mary buried her head in her hands, fighting to push back the despair clawing at her chest and sinking into her stomach. How could everything have changed so rapidly?
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