Blood That Shames the Red, Red Rose

"Are you sending me home, ma'am?" he asked, coughing into the damp air, the violent movement sent a fresh flood of claret to struggle against the haphazard field dressing. "Yes, soldier, you're going home," I sighed in contempt, signaling to our radio man to order the medevac to grant this boy the illicit dignity of … Continue reading Blood That Shames the Red, Red Rose

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I decided to purge my notebooks and backpack in preparation for next year. There's something really calming about removing unnecessary clutter from your life. It was probably my favorite activity growing up: that defenestration of the graded papers and detritus from your locker at the end of the year. It's officially summer! We had a … Continue reading One Story in One Sentence