Armenian professors massacred by the Turks. From: Amēnun taretsʻuytsʻě : zbōsali u pitani. (1921) We made our way across the culvert. The few of us left who remembered digging it exchanged glances. The waters now flowed
Our son was killed in action six months ago in Afghanistan on his third tour of duty. Mildred and I eat and sleep and dream in our small house by the old Sanford gristmill, keeping
Editor’s Note: “Coach” is an excerpt from Katherine Hill’s novel, A Short Move. His third season as coach of the Pee Wee Monacan Jets, Tim Williams started carrying a calendar. “Well, Tim,” Cindy said when
She had left her M-16A2 service rifle unmanned. She had left it in the fighting hole at the edge of the perimeter of our company’s position during a training field operation on Camp Lejeune, NC. She had
She drops the newspaper on the table, announcing, “They’re still killing people in Syria, you know. They say it’s over, but it’s not. Anyone can see that. It’s not.” Although he has not read today’s
I’ve forgotten his name, but in the photo his boot is resting on the skirt of a tank as he holds up a stubby pencil in one hand and a Galil rifle in the other.
