After he returned, Joe was troubled.  He’d been down range several times.  He had numerous kills in drones, and had been shot at in the C-130.  It may have been the close exposure to evil, or facing his own mortality, or the simple thought of never seeing his darling Nicky again.  It started with him… Continue reading Twenty-Six


When they took the bag off, Joe was in a small room, and he didn’t know where.  He figured it hadn’t been far.  They weren’t in a vehicle for long, but they did carry him for a while.  When he got to check the wound, it felt worse than it looked.  It was basic treatment,… Continue reading Twenty-Five