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Hatred Dies in the Funniest of Ways
I was seven years old when I had met nine-year-old Aubrey. He had been quite large for his age and had possessed both the eyes and nasal voice of a frustrated character. He was the type of person to be hated and avoided by everyone both inside and outside of school since he had been the kind of person to push and shove those who he had seen as beneath himself, which had included me. Flocks of students would either hurry out of his way or wait for Aubrey to pass by. No one could ever see themselves loving someone so deviant, until he had found me. He would always be there waiting for me beneath the darkest of alleyways, behind the tallest of hedges and hidden within the most confined corners of the school. As Aubrey was large for his age and I had been small for mine, I established great difficulty in pursuing gangs of people that had been classified as being “my kind,” which had only encouraged me to keep myself around a dictator like Aubrey. He had enjoyed being feared by others and had craved mercy from them, as though there had been a new God dominating over every human being including myself. As time had flown by, Aubrey had remained out of sight and had vanished from the town, but never seemed to do so from my mind, as though he had taken over me completely; it was though I hadn’t gone a day without him. The memories of Aubrey had only grown stronger and steadier, keeping his essence alive and present to me every waking day. My hatred for him had only grown more fierce and had no intention of ever stopping. At this point in time, I was part taking in the Vimy Ridge battle and had been the only one left within my company. The entire day had consisted of giving and receiving specialized orders from other sergeants as to when fights were to be scheduled to begin and where they would take place when these battles had occurred. Unfortunately, this had been a day that both the civilization and myself would never find the competence to suppress, a memory so self-consuming that only intends to continue to remain and haunt me for the rest of my days. Waking up to the sights of spewing, grey fog and clashes of bombs striking both opposing sides had ignited a spark inside me; it was time. Dashing over mudslides and the engulfed burrows that had been made within the earth, I had found myself sliding feet first into a huge crater, swallowing my body whole.
By emily Silveira6 years ago in Serve
The Blood Lesson
Steady knocks of the ping pong ball on the table tennis table nearly lulled Lance Corporals Ellis Firth and Justison Haley into a stupor. Rather than a vigorous game of back and forth, the match seemed listless, dull. But the conversation remained energetic.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
How I Became an Army Ranger Sniper
It was a hot summer that year, 110 degrees in the shade. We were doing training exercises in South Carolina. Digging foxholes, setting up our tents, and making sure our battle ready laser tag systems were on. Four battalions getting ready for war for and with each other. I get my foxhole ready, my tent is up, and I'm bored. What's a soldier to do?
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Serve
Scrambled Eggs
The smell of coffee and paper wafted through the train car. A business class interior permitted the tired passengers to experience some semblance of comfort. To ease their minds they watched on demand videos and read books or worked on projects on their tablets, phones, and laptops. Their weariness did not prevent them from completing tasks. The strong scent permeated through the car as if the coffee had been brewing the whole time right there instead of the train’s galley.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
'Our Sins' by Geoff M. Pereira
Working as a writer is not easy. The establishment often turns its back on independent writers, even though most of the great literature of history has come from authors who existed on the fringe. If you are a writer looking to generate some buzz for your novel, check out this article about how to get book reviews.
By Walter Rhein6 years ago in Serve
Good Cookie
She wore diamonds and pearls on occasions like this... normally. But this night remained unique to some civilian husbands and wives who accompanied their Devil Dog spouses. The Marine Corps Ball called for the officers and enlisted to wear their best dress or service uniforms. Mikaela Finn chose to wear her olive green Service “A” uniform instead of her Dress Blues. The diamonds and pearls continued to be out of uniform. Still, she gave off brilliance like one of those gemstones. Her unit also wore the green and khaki garb. As a young adult of age, she imbibed a few potent potables to ease the tension in the room.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Silent Meanings
Bloodshed, gunshots and screams. These words always seem to come to mind when it comes to military and war. However, there are a few important terms that always seem to be overlooked. They would be overlooked because most people think of the most horrid things when it comes to war. The words that most people don’t think of are honor, bravery, and love. These strong, meaningful words show that there is pride in serving for our military.
By Teya Hooper6 years ago in Serve
Being in a Military Relationship
First thing is first is that boyfriend/girlfriend or girlfriend/girlfriend or boyfriend/boyfriend relationships can be easy at times and really hard at other times. It goes the same when you are a civilian, and you are dating someone in the military. The the word civilian is what people in the military call people that aren't in the military. There are many rules and/or things to know that come with dating someone in the military (just like dating someone not in the military.)
By Michaela La Brie6 years ago in Serve
10 Interesting Historical Facts About Carl von Clausewitz
Carl von Clausewitz is an incredibly important military thinker that lived between 1780 and 1831. His book, On War, details his thinking about military strategy and military theory, and has been since been used as a model for strategic thinking in all walks of life. To understand the mechanism behind the machine though, one must look into the man. Who was Carl van Clausewitz? What makes his work so revolutionary? What interesting historical facts about Carl von Clausewitz influenced his work? And maybe most importantly, how has his legacy lived on?
By Hannah McSorley6 years ago in Serve
