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  The Tombstone Prayer

  

  By Battle-For-Freedom, Middle Of Somewhere, United States

  I kneel down on the grass in front of the tomb stone. The flowers in my hands slip to the ground. I place my hand on top of the smooth stone, tears stream down my face like they did the first time we laid him to rest. My vision is bleary as I stare at the stone, the writing is hard to read due to...
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  Grandpa's Tales

  

  By Battle-For-Freedom, Middle Of Somewhere, United States

  The snow whips at the window pane of the attic. I sit in a large brown overstuffed dusty chair pushed up against the wall next to the window. I pulled my large quilted comforter closer around my small body and wipe the tears from my eyes. It was December, almost Christmas, and now Grandpa...
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  The First Christmas

  

  By Battle-For-Freedom, Middle Of Somewhere, United States

  It's cold, I huddle up against a tree, the stars are twinkling, but they don't provide warmth. Not a bit of it. The sheep don't care though, they have their warm coats of fur. I've always wondered how the dessert's temperature could be this odd, during the day it's b...
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  Lewis 'Chesty' Puller: Going Where The Guns Are

  

  By Battle-For-Freedom, Middle Of Somewhere, United States

  I sit in class, pretending to pay attention to our history teacher. My eyes search the room for Lewis. I spot him listening intently to the lesson. Of course he is; this lesson is about Stonewall Jackson. Honestly, I don’t see Lewis’s fascination with the guy. Yes, Stonewall Jackson had gut...
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  I want to go home.

  

  By Battle-For-Freedom, Middle Of Somewhere, United States

  My hands cover my ears and I crouch in a corner, explosions seem to come from everywhere, people scream, I squeeze my eyes close, and bite my lip, trying to keep the screams from leaping out my throat. My shoulder moves, someone is shaking me, “Sweetie, please, it’s not real, come back.” I he...