Let's Go For A Walk_Unrequited Love_They_The Secret Ingredient
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Let's Go For A Walk
WARNING: Mild profanity. ‘Okay, gentlemen, let’s go for a walk.’ Sgt Lewis stood in the doorway of what was once a barn. Three, wooden-slatted walls survived, as did the majority of the hay bales that were stored there, but the roof had gone and so had the gable end. The hay bales were now makeshift beds for the eighteen men of Alpha Troop. The most comfort they had experienced since landing in Normandy eight days earlier. Our job was to blow up the bridge at Pont-l'Évêque, over the river Touques to slow the German retreat and allow the soldiers of 13th Parachute Battalion to pick them off. I ...
Unrequited Love
Today is the day that I change myself.I have siblings who together have their share of complicated life’s issues all of which are intertwined with the lack of financial resources. In times like these, I wish I was the billionaire that can make all their troubles go away. A few signed cheques with three to four zeroes added and voila, all their problems will be gone. I love them dearly. We are a closely knitted bunch so of course, I want the very best for them.But can one love someone to the extent that they forget themselves?My brother, a few weeks ago, called me on my job and in anguish told ...
They
It’s all about survival.There is nothing else.I am under siege.People are animals and the world is a harsh and cruel place. Here I am in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people. Worse still, I don’t know what to do about it. I cannot escape, so I keep building my survival strategy. It’s the only way.It is Monday. I am awake early, but that is not to say that I am up early. I lay awake in my bed and try to keep as still as it is possible to be. I cannot hear them. Not yet, but I know that I will. Sometimes I lay and listen intently and try to read the sounds of the house, whil...
The Secret Ingredient
The comfort of the secret ingredient soothed Great Grandma Eva, as one unexpected guest after the other (eight in all), invaded her tiny- cozy farmhouse that cold, late winter February night. Alarming news of forecasts of snow accumulations, in excess of four feet, were jamming the telephone party lines in the remote farming community, situated between Lake Ontario and Lake Erie, in Northwestern New York. Schools closed early, and many families scurried, in preparation for the impending super storm. Short of a full day, a rush on Korn’s IGA, left the small grocery store shelves empty and bare...