Fiction
A Captain Comes to Call
My name’s Wallace. Not the Wallace, a Wallace, or rather A. Wallace, Albert Wallace that is and… Let me start over. My name is Albert Wallace and I’m a driver for the RASS – the [more…]
PTSD
20th Century
The Thin Red Line
A fellow poster suggested that I should write a piece about the art of…er…writing since it has become, rather later in life than I would have liked, my profession. Flattering as this suggestion is – [more…]