fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about the military and the physical, logistical, emotional and moral obstacles involved.
Whiteness blinds my sight
The connecting halls seemed larger than usual, I find it difficult to be relaxed in a place like this. You might ask, if I don’t like to be here, why am I in this situation again? Well, a promise is a promise. The last time we saw each other I said that I’ll back on my own to ask him the same old questions. He assured me that we could dive deep into what sparks my imagination. My curiosity goes beyond morbid knowledge of gruesome past events. I don’t know what lies behind this veil of secrecy of him, could it be a vow? Could it be so traumatic that he wants to forget and never revisit the ordeal? I guess I’ll find out today.
By Giovanni Profeta4 years ago in Serve
War
The US Army was being chased from behind and had to get to the other side of the lake, but it was frozen solid. This was during the time of cold war and the Soviets had just crossed over the border to attack the armored vehicles could swim, but the ice had be broken up. But time was of the utmost importance. The commander ordered all available men out onto the ice with mattocks' and pix axes. He had us breaking the ice up by hand. I told my commander that if I fell in and drowned my grandmother wouldn't like him anymore.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee5 years ago in Serve
Coming Home
It had been five years since Jason had last stood in front of his home. At that time war was brewing, and Jason’s group of friends decided to join the Army because it sounded like fun. “Fun” was far from his view of it, Jason had long thought of the military and its servicemen as arrogant punks who just liked killing things. He saw no glory or honor in it, why defend a country that was so oppressive anyway? However, jobs were scarce, and with no real vocational ambitions or desires to further his education after high school, he joined up with the four of them. He had stood in front of his California home, his clean-shaven face still stinging from the resentful removal of his scraggly beard, hugged his parents and bid them a last goodbye before heading to the processing station where he would be shipped off to Basic Training.
By Dawn Hunter5 years ago in Serve
The Red Heart Shaped Locket
The day the world ended I was in a cell under the ground. A cell stored with food and water, enough to last for a year. The world ended in every way I knew it could. It ended in the sense that there was no longer an endless supply of food which one could purchase with green paper. There was no longer clean water in the faucets. There was only death and suffering everywhere I looked. Scorched grounds without crops. Water polluted with dead fish, and dead carcasses everywhere there used to be animals and humans.
By Melissa Meintjes 5 years ago in Serve
War: A Creative Nonfiction Piece
Sunlight poured in from the window, the rays gentle and warm, promising a relaxing day. An old man sat in a tan recliner nearby, listening as voices young and old wafted through the open windows of the porch. Bird chatter and chirping insects joined in. A fresh breeze blew through, and the old man closed his blue-grey eyes with a wheezed sigh.
By Victoria Russo5 years ago in Serve
Are we alone?
Are we alone? The sonar picked up the first indications, long before the view in the periscope showed anything. Even with the magnified view, the horizon was empty. Yet the continuous beep from the sonar demanded attention. The officer of the watch decided against a general action stations but she did call the captain.
By Peter Rose5 years ago in Serve
THEY FOUGHT BARE BREASTED
The 1st Tennessee Cavalry Volunteers for the Union were on the Northern side of a raging Chattahoochee river, and the Rebels were camped out on the Southern side to protect Atlanta from General Sherman. They had all just survived a rowdy homemade 4th of July celebration where General E. F. Noyes lost a leg, and Sherman almost got hit himself, so they were in fine spirits for their next venture, and it was just around the corner. Meanwhile the two sides engaged in “trash talk”.
By Roxy Lentz5 years ago in Serve
THE STORM THAT SAVED THE DAY
THE STORM THAT SAVED THE DAY Sometimes Truth is indeed stranger than Fiction and this story has always captured my imagination and I have often wondered why this has not been made into a Movie. This is a true Historical event that is very interesting indeed!
By Julia Lindsay5 years ago in Serve
