By Tim Martin

“Why ask me? He must know people better than me.” This was the first time I had met Miriam. “I haven’t even spoken to him as a grown up, are you sure I’m the right person to go?” I guess she had her reasons but her answer is unexpected. “Well, he talks of you constantly I think you kind of inspired him to be who he is, No?” This kind of threw me; I always thought it were the other way around.

We had been very good friends. But then that was way back when and well before he completed any of his known work. We knew each other at school, out of contact for some time yet once inseparable. Back then I sort of knew he would be big, though not perhaps his grand fame. I can’t remember him ever being interested in such things. We had had other hobbies; adventures around the forests and countryside that made up the landscape near the school or perhaps after lights out raids to the kitchen store. (more…)

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By Dennis Klein

The wind blew hard and cold across the flat prairie.  Their stout log house stood up to the wind, but was unable to stop the drafts that that seeped into every crack and seam .  The blazing fire in the kitchen kept a small area marginally warm, but if one moved a small distance away from the flames, the cold took over and made you stiff and uncomfortable.  During the short, sweltering summers, you forgot about the cold because you were miserable from the heat, but a few months later, you were buried again in ice and snow.

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by Guenther Langohr

He never knew pain like this before, Christmas should never be about pain.

Even when the RPG had shot down the helicopter in Vietnam that pain had quickly transformed into numbness. Probably, it was something to do with the body’s internal shock system. The shrapnel invaded my body in seven different places, the burning fast became a moot numbness, so by the time the pilot fought his way to the jungle floor only my head hurt and that from that concussion against the copter’s door plate. Luckily, the medic on-board was unhurt and soon we all were feeling no pain. Within fifteen minutes another 7th Calvary Medi-Copter was there and all of us evacuated. The only KIA was Lieutenant Yeoman, the gung-ho West Point graduate arriving three weeks ago; he sat directly in the door, seemingly with the mission to continue to maintain fire with the copter’s machine gun. The RPG’s launch came unseen from the jungle floor and ricocheted from one of the rotors, down to the door frame and exploded there. The Lieutenant masked the rest of us from the largest fragments so only the smaller, less lethal, pieces bounced around the helicopter’s interior before finding several soft bodies, including mine, to stop their pinball style flight. (more…)

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