An Ordinary Day
It was a perfectly normal day. No lightning, no thunder, no ghastly premonitions of unfolding horror. Instead, the sun shone through the window, and the mother cradled her new child.
“What shall we call him?” the father asked, holding one of the other children.
“Adolf.”
He nodded, “Good name.”
By Grant
For The Boys
They looked at each other with hollow eyes. The muddy trench was filled with the remains of their regiment. Above them, the bullets whistled past.
“What d’ya say boys?”
“We goin’ over again?”
“For King and country!”
“Forget king and country, for the Boys!”
Cheering, they surged over the top.
By Grant
