He spoke only of the lighter moments.
Like when the weapons instructor asked, “What’s the definition of fine sight?” And a rookie’s quip, “Two dinners on one plate, sir.”
Or the drill sergeant’s caustic, “Bradley’s the only man in step!”
The rest lay buried, like the bodies of the fallen.
Originally from Belfast, Joan Skura has lived in Toronto for many happy years, but still can’t come up with a half-decent bio.
There’s a cemetery east of town. It’s small, just a fence guarding some grass.
I’m the only one who visits the cemetery and its single grave.
Dad earned his place in Arlington, but chose this simple dirt plot, saying,
“It’s like the ones in distant lands, where my brothers sleep.”
John Fowler served twenty years in the US Air Force before retiring and starting a second career in the IT field. He is also a Lay Pastor serving a small church near his home in Texas. His hobbies include reading, golfing, writing, and now oil painting.
His soul binds to paper
His broken shoulders explained
Twelve bells toll
His verses unfold
Burning in rage
Crimson embers glow
His silence smoulders
His ashes dance
Within the wind
A bugle plays in the distance
For a silent hero
Who served his country proudly
Patrick Yu never served in the military, but he knew a silent hero.
“Where’s your moustache?”
“It’s under my nose, sir!”
“I can’t see it.”
“Maybe you’re not looking hard enough, sir!”
“I won’t have insolence or insubordination!”
Robertson brazenly drinks some of the captain’s milk, “Here sir!”
Sporting the unit’s best ever (milk) moustache, Sally leaves.
Connell believes that it doesn’t matter if you are male or female: if you’ve got it, flaunt it. Read more of his fractured words right here at 50WS or at paragraphplanet, home.wtd-magazine.com, and postcardshorts.com.
The plane descended back to his homeland.
His desert boots touched the tarmac, and he looked up from his sandy brim.
The cold nights with explosions that lit up the sky left him, and the warm nights with the ones he loved were waiting.
Michael D’Aniello is a high school student in New Jersey. His Creative Writing class was assigned 50-word stories and he felt this was his best piece.
Look for more stories from members of Michael’s Creative Writing class in the future!