The end of the growing season has come, the beginning of a new season begun. Celebrate life in its splendor. Prepare for the cold to come. Build the bonfires high. Sing and dance and love. Remember those who have gone on before you. Winter has come.
The end of the growing season has come, the beginning of a new season begun. Celebrate life in its splendor. Prepare for the cold to come. Build the bonfires high. Sing and dance and love. Remember those who have gone on before you. Winter has come.
A lot of us put our boots on when the Shang came. We grabbed our rifles and we went to battle. We came home to a heroes welcome. I kept my rifle. I kept my ship. I kept my boots. They aren’t the same boots of course. I’ve replaced them over the years. But I […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I was born Charles Edward Hurst. I expect you recognize the name. I have no doubt I would have lived down to it given the impulses of my youth. But the Shang came, and I volunteered. My father made certain that I was assigned to a second string reserve unit that would surely never see […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
When we grow up, we absorb many deep and abiding truths from our parents. Their values and beliefs infuse us, dominate us for the rest of our lives. But sometimes something happens to change everything for us. We learn that everything we thought we knew was wrong. Some people lose faith in life and stop […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I hear some people preach that we are all bad and that we’re here to suffer so that we might enjoy Heaven better. Well, I don’t believe in that suffering business. Oh, I want to go to Heaven when the time comes. It’s got a real good party going on. But I don’t want to […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I am an American Cowboy. I stood up against the Shang. I fought in The War. I found a family I am proud to be part of. The Peloran named me Wolf. I bled for that name, I earned that name, and I have kept that name. I have done all the business of my […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Hello, my name is Jack. There are times when I realize that everything I’ve known about life is wrong. When everything I know about an entire race is wrong. The Peloran are a very calm race, always nice from what I’ve seen, always courteous and careful. Send them into combat though, and that is when […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Each one of us has a basic inner code. For some, we’re born that way; some of us choose that code. Some of us help people; some of us help only ourselves. Some of us care about other people, some of us don’t. We all have to get in touch with our inner character, learn […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Some people say that Death walks the battlefield to find his prey. I say Death walks in the guise of a randy redhead. And no, I do not mean a redhead named Randy. Sure, the Grim Reaper works on the battlefield, but Death has to find some way to give those old guys who survived […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
As a child, I dressed up and went to a good little boarding school. As a teenager, I had my youthful indiscretions, and my family lawyers made them go away. I was a slave to a life of indulgence. Then the Shang came. I became a free man when I fought them, a wolf hunting […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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