by Stuart Childs I remember lying in bed that night, praying. Just praying that at least if the battle was lost, I wouldn’t serve a detention for food outside of the cafe. Our Sergeant came to wake us up at 0430 for mission briefing and final commands. No one had slept. The lucky ones were [...]
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by Stuart Childs A new school year, the smell of freshly sharpened pencils and pubescent freshman, the taste of delicious cookies and yesterday’s hambuger soup, the sights of teachers long missed and of untucked shirts that intend to stay that way. A new school year, a new beginning, a new list of complaints. Some people [...]
