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The following is my account of an incident that I experienced as an Auto-Track Radar Repairman in the USAF. Names were either modified or omitted for the usual reasons. I was a Sr. Airman assigned to the maintenance shift at Detachment 1, 1CEVG La Junta, Colorado. Det 1 was one of many sites across the states that aided in the training of pilots for the purpose of improving bombing skills and threat evasion. We accomplished this by acquiring and tracking military aircraft as they'd attempt simulated bomb runs over a virtual war zone consisting of rancher's silos and farm houses. The TSQ-96 was a Vietnam era radar system but still up for the task in this, the early 1980's. In charge of the 96 and my immediate supervisor was a rather portly Staff Sergeant that reminded me of a...
2. THE CONTRACT The light in the dingy room was subdued, coming as it was from a single dim bulb that hung precariously from a cracked light fitting. The room was sparsely furnished, with an old desk, a few decrepit chairs that looked as if they had been used in a bar room brawl, and a dusty, rusting filing cabinet. There was no carpet, and even the floorboards...
1. THE EMPTY QUARTER Alone above the Pacific Ocean, just south of the Equator, the tiny speck in the immense sky seemed lost and out of place. It circled, hung around for a while, and then popped off to look at another interesting piece of ocean. Slowly, it grew in size, and became a Bell 47 piston helicopter. For the hundredth time, the lone pilot checked his...
So, this is not a short story...it was, but someone suggested I turn it into a play. So here is the result. It's pretty long... SCENE 1 Stage right is a high school hallway. Lockers forming a wall facing the audience covered with flyers and the like. In front of the lockers sits a student desk and one or two chairs. This row of lockers ends at a fake wall dividing the stage, not in...
When I killed the cat, I lost my timidity and fell, Eyes first, into flesh. Opened; "aware," I told myself; red core of fruit in my hand to fill my peeled chest. With this skeleton dripping its blood, sweet between my fingers, I slaughtered the creature. Its dying howls echoed Ecstasy through my nerves. Yearning curves of white teeth scarred the tender skin of plucked, torn,...
i In the chapel, the organ pipes Hang from the ceiling-- Artwork to produce Art. But the pipes are un-played This evening. Replaced By the strummed strings Of guitars and vocal Chords. I was aware of A presence, as I sat In an otherwise empty pew. It wasn't the silent organ, the leading singer, or the agape worshipers with their backs to me and their eyes to God. But on...
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