Hello, my name is Jack

by on January 14, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I had a rough time after I left the military.  It wasn’t all wine and roses.  The Peloran were off chasing the Shang across the galaxy and I…retired to enjoy the fruits of my long labors.  I’d forgotten what it was like to live without a finger on the trigger of a gun.  I couldn’t watch the Fourth of July fireworks without getting the shakes.  I woke up screaming more times than I can count.  A friend pulled me through.  Whenever he calls, I’ll be there.  I owe him.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on January 13, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

We all have times when something happens and we lose whatever makes us go on.  We all have moments when we feel like giving up.  Our inner fire is quenched.  A good friend or sometimes a total stranger can step in at that time and give us the spark we need to rekindle that fire.  Those are the people we should forever keep in our lives, and the people we should aspire to be like.

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on January 12, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

The War was hard to forget.  For longer than I like to remember, I woke up screaming every night.  I found help from a friend who wouldn’t give up on me, though.  I learned from him that there is a lot more to this life than just what our eyes can see.  I learned those eyes can read words written in red if we come with the right mind.  I believe that all there is to life does not end with a slow ride in a hearse.  I believe I will see him again and thank him for that.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on January 11, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Many people see heroes as the Big Blue Boy Scout, the Big Red Cheese, or the Men in Blue, people who stop Bad Guys or Bad Things because they are stronger and better than everybody else.  I don’t buy into that.  We do the working and paying and living and dying in this galaxy.  We are the ones who stood up and volunteered to stop the Shang.  There were no heroes fighting out there in our places.  We fought.  We The People.  Never forget that.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on January 10, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I’ve been to more worlds than most people can count.  Every world has a different culture, a different way of dealing with internal problems.  Every city has a police force different from every other.  Some police departments believe in defending the public, and some enforcement the law.  Some people are happy to see them walk down the street, and some get nervous, wondering what they are going to do today.  I don’t like visiting the latter types.

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