Hello, my name is Jack. I’ve come to realize that there is one thing that has affected me all of my life. That has been my cornerstone. I will break every rule out there, I will run a gauntlet of[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Archive for May, 2012
The veterans who came home during the Second Great Depression found a government with no money to pay them. They found devastated economies with no available jobs. They found homes in foreclosure. It was the end of the world. Most[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
If I’m ever near an American system around Armed Forces Week, I try to show up for the festivities if I can. I’ve learned to play the bugle over the years, so I even get to march in the parades. […]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I love Armed Forces Week. I can deck myself out with a flag or three and jump into formation with a bunch of real warships. It is fun to fly with them from time to time. And then of course[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Many American soldiers found themselves in a bad situation when the global economy collapsed. The airlines failed and those units unable to “acquire” freighters or passenger liners home were stuck. They had to rely on local resources after that. Those[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I once got into a battle of snipers. I know what you’re thinking. I don’t act like a sniper. All the waiting and hiding and sneaking around to get that perfect shot from a hill three klicks away is really[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I remember our first landing on Pacifica. It was shortly after The War, and we had a new ship to call home. A lot of veterans were coming home, and everything was looking up. Until the dumb AI in charge[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Hello, my name is Jack. The Peloran are a strange lot, or at least the ones that I’ve spent time with. Those back on their worlds are content to sit back and let life pass them by. The ones that[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I chose to leave my family behind long ago to do what needed to be done. I left them with enough to survive, but my father never forgave me. Mothers are a different breed though. To them, a son is[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I grew up with a loving mother and father. They had arguments sometimes, and sometimes they had to leave the room and go for a walk or a swim. But they never fought. My father was the family’s rock, and[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…