Sarge, the only name he had used for over 30 years, stood watch that night and the next day. Finally as the sun set again he slowly saluted the place where Courtney lay and turned towards the west. He would let the hill country of Texas hold the graves of loved ones. There they would rest but he would not.
A hatred he had never felt before welled up in his very soul. Not a tool used by soldiers in battle, not a force of nature to be explained away by shrinks, but a powerful instinct to abandon his humanity and seek out revenge. He had had enough.
Now I have the novella written, but I will never have the screenwriters gift - want to work together???
rejoyce
A hatred he had never felt before welled up in his very soul. Not a tool used by soldiers in battle, not a force of nature to be explained away by shrinks, but a powerful instinct to abandon his humanity and seek out revenge. He had had enough.
Now I have the novella written, but I will never have the screenwriters gift - want to work together???
rejoyce