Journeys of a Bent Mind

Dense fog shrouded the rough terrain making it all but impossible to see more than a few yards ahead. Mole listened intently for a long time, but heard nothing. Allied intelligence had put the enemy’s top secret defense in this sector, and indications were that there would be heavy protection. To be this close and hear nothing, and to see nothing, was troublesome in Mole’s mind. Continue reading →

The sun rose into an azure sky and seemed intent on scorching what remained of moisture from the broad plateau. Storm clouds were gathering to the west, but while some atmospheric madness was causing spectacular lightning storms there, the storm made no movement in this direction. Truman Singleton sat next to the low mud wall in the shade of a rock outcrop, and near a stand of willow trees. He fanned himself, but even this little effort was draining, and sweat rolled down his back like the river that centuries ago ran through the ancient plateau. The air hung heavy and oppressive over the entire region, the high humidity Continue reading →

Lance Corporal Presseny Key sat huddled under his rain slicker, and looked through the gathering darkness across the deadly expanse of no-man’s land. Heavy storms had obscured the mountain for most of the day, drenching everything in a downpour of the magnitude of Noah’s plight. Now, aside from the steady pounding of the heavy rains, an eerie silence hung over the battlefield, casting Continue reading →