Fiction
The Cuds, Part III
The Flying Hospital “Allan do you want to go for an early lunch?” Margin asked. “Do you mind?” “Nope. Wheels were up 1045. By the time it’s wheels down, got them on board, wheels up, [more…]
Afghanistan
Fiction
The Cuds, Part II
The Pink Mist There wasn’t much left of the pick-up. The missile had impacted just behind the cab, which had broken the vehicle in half. Blackened steel reinforcing hoops from the tyres hung from the [more…]
Fiction
The Cuds, Part I
A World of one-thousand-four-hundred years ago, Separated from us by four-and-a-half hours Three hours and fifteen minutes into their shift, the pilot and weapons systems operator of the Reaper drone were on top of their [more…]
Fiction
The Diary of a REMF – Part Five
The slug of super-heated copper hit the Land Cruiser at Mach 6, punching through the light metal and Kevlar liner as if it wasn’t there. It entered just behind the driver compartment, some fifty centimetres [more…]
Fiction
The Diary of a REMF – Part Four
Wednesday 19th February It seemed as though Colonel Nguyen was getting frustrated with National Caveats as well. His Environmental Health Officer, Major Stavros Balaskas was due to go up to the Czech military hospital on [more…]
Fiction
The Diary of a REMF – Part Three
Monday 16th February Margin was constantly amazed at just how little work was completed in the ISAF Headquarters. Most of the day-to-day running of operations in Afghanistan were carried out by the ISAF Regional Commands [more…]
Fiction
The Diary of a REMF – Part Two
Wednesday 11th February While Margin had a great deal of respect for the Joint Casualty and Compassionate Centre, he realised that there was one major flaw in the well-oiled machinery of repatriation. It was designed [more…]
Fiction
The Diary of a REMF – Part One
Thursday 5th February The son who had been born in a clinic in the Camargue while lizards crawled up the walls of the delivery room, looked down at the dying man in the bed. Cancer [more…]
America
What does it mean to be an American?
When you can’t change the direction of the wind — adjust your sails. H. Jackson Brown Jr Today’s blog was written by a good friend of mine, Lieutenant Jason Redman, U.S. Navy SEAL, retired. His [more…]