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November 22, 2007

Thanksgiving has come and one thing we're all thankful for is that the power is still on and other than the single attack a while back, all has been quiet. Buck was able to shoot a wild turkey yesterday, so we had a complete meal with all the trimmings, we even opened a couple bottles of wine. 

The temperature has been dropping steadily dropping, rarely getting above freezing during the day. Some of the blogs that I've seen out there have made claims…

Another short story I worked on. Not exactly sure where I'm going with this, but figured I'd put this out here all the same. 

Late Night Prelude 

In the middle of the night, the large house felt empty and quiet as a tomb. What most would call a rec-room, Sean sat in a chair, a glass of twenty-five year old Glenlivet scotch held loosely in his right hand, a cigarette in his left,…

Below was my first attempt at a piece of zombie fiction, submitted for the November LZ contest. Enjoy! 

Death in the Cradle of Civilization

So this is what it’s like to watch a civilization collapse. That was the thought that had gone through Corporal Sean Murphy’s head at least a dozen times since his unit had fought its way into Baghdad five days…

November 10, 2007

Today marked the Marine Corps 232nd birthday. Most of us here served together in the Corps, so it was only fitting that we celebrate. The colors were raised on the flagpole and Sasha even baked a cake and we held a ceremony after dinner, passing the first pieces out to the oldest and youngest Marines respectively. It was a piece of normality in an otherwise insane situation. Those of us who didn't have guard duty raided the liquor supply. No one got too…