Soul Ranger

It was not an easy climb. Halfway up the hill, the ascent was nearly vertical. Jim Glenn and the rest of Alpha team, were gradually inching up the mountain above me,...

The ten man killer-team filled two birds. We sat inside the noisy choppers while the pilots flipped on the switches and adjusted their helmets. They throttled up and we lifted off–the...

We squatted against the river bank with the two POW’s. They huddled against the dirt embankment behind us, eyes wide with fear, the father cradling his young son. The old man’s...

I measure my chances of survival on a one-year scale. One year didn’t seem like much time in summers past–driving my hot rod down Federal Boulevard through the warm night air–wasting...

Sam and I ambled into the clubhouse for a cold drink. My back ached and my hands were blistered from filling sandbags and stringing razor-sharp concertina wire along the outer perimeter...

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