Historical Fiction, Part OneIt was the peculiar time of day with that unique, warm weather where the sun seems suspended in coloured liquid. A few light clouds covered the sky, and were lit by that same sun as it slowly made its way below the horizon. That light cast darkness and lengthening shadows across the rolling ground, featured with hard-packed dirt roads, small farming complexes, most often a barn, a farmhouse, some fields, generally surrounded by a low stone wall. Thankfully the hedgerows had been left behind.Historical Fiction, Part One
A knocked out M4A2 Sherman tank, all hatches open and a hole punched into the middle of the hull's flank, sat on the road leading between a
For Rememberance Day, Item II want you to do something for me. Especially the civilians amongst you. Ready?For Rememberance Day, Item I
I want you to distance yourself from all distractions. Focus for me. I want you to feel three pressing weights; one on both shoulders, and the last around your hips. Cinch the belt tightly. Imagine your hands welded via needles of adrenaline to a crafted wood and steel shape that is your rifle; it's just over four kilograms in weight and over a metre long. It's unwieldly, and when it kicks back in recoil you'll feel it. Your boots actually fit, you're lucky in that you're part of the 3rd Division, Canadian Army. There was time to equip each soldier ca
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