I sent my kite up high above the apple trees, their blossoms brimming with the nectar of the gods. In the Royal Dragoons, you never had a prayer of getting a kite up, what with the reins in one hand, a saber in the other, and the sky above the battlefield so still and full … Continue reading Kite
“You don’t count the dead when God’s on your side.” ~ Bob Dylan Your tanks are pure metal, impenetrable, yet they stall out over open ground, gauges collapsing at the glint of a mine. Confused by local road signs, they bumble into nameless crossroads in deep snow, lose their way in the dense forests … Continue reading Tanks