Some thoughts about pride and telling war stories.

Some thoughts on identity after reading Odysseus and the Oar.

A short story about the village of Char-e-Baia in Helmand, Afghanistan.

Prose about a recent trip to Quebec City.

July nights and firefights.

A trip down memory lane through Google Earth.

Some thoughts I decided to share about feelings and stuff. Spicy memories from a different time.

My first year of college post-Marine Corps.

Return To Base

The second part of a horror short story.

The first part of a horror story that takes place underground in Helmand Province.

Departing Friendly Lines

A look at the very beginnings of Chicago. From the glaciers to the Potawatomi.

Metal rings through the air as the steel case filled with explosives slides down a metal throat. The mortar belches a deafening thump. High-pitched ringing competes with the symphony of destruction. Four tubes stand together tall. “Half-load!” The conductor of death yells, vocal cords ripping through his neck. “Hanging on