I hear rustling in the brush, I look over, and my eyes are locked with a giant serpent. I reach for my weapon but drop it into the muddy water. The snake’s huge head stops moving, but his forked tongue darts in and out. I slide slowly backward without taking
There are more than two centuries of history regarding the American Female in service to her country. It begins with Loretta Walsh, who, on March 21, 1917, became America’s first official enlisted woman in any service when she joined the Navy amid World War I. Even before Loretta Walsh, women
Do you have one? That invisible presence who beckons you to the couch and convinces you that you don’t need to move. You don’t need to get dressed. “Grab some snacks and sit down, my pretty.” I have one. He smiles and tells me it’s okay not to care, to
Everything about our Nation’s Flag has a meaning lest we forget. RED symbolizes hardiness and valor. WHITE symbolizes purity and innocence. BLUE represents vigilance, perseverance, and justice. 50 STARS represent our 50 states. 13 STRIPES represent the original 13 colonies. What may be most striking of all, because of what
Written By Don Hinst Just another day, or so we thought. How quickly evil people changed our lives, nation, and the world. Confusion and disbelief brought us to our knees with emergency prayers. Stanley Praimnath was working on the 81st floor of the World Trade Center South Tower when he
I watch the lone shadowy figure clad in black garments cross the third fence. He’s less than thirtyfive feet from our position. He has now entered our kill zone according to the guidelines from Control. “Waste him,” Sergeant Adams whispers. “What?” I flinch, turning towards him. “Why me?” I freeze, my mind suddenly blank. Sergeant Adam’s sarcastic whisper rings in my ears, “Cause it’s your turn, Newbee.”
I watch the lone shadowy figure clad in black garments cross the third fence. He’s less than thirtyfive feet from our position. He has now entered our kill zone according to the guidelines from Control. “Waste him,” Sergeant Adams whispers. “What?” I flinch, turning towards him. “Why me?” I freeze, my mind suddenly blank. Sergeant Adam’s sarcastic whisper rings in my ears, “Cause it’s your turn, Newbee.”
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