I liked to sit on the hump when I would ride the bus. That is what I called the seats where the wheel well was. I always liked the passenger side best, I could see […]
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You give your power away, by making a scene of it………. An essay by William Marshall
I Staff Sergeant, I in charge. That’s what he said, in a thick Puerto Rican Accent. He grabbed his collar and put it in my face. I was at parade rest. He was showing me […]
That’s when I knew I loved knots…….
He was holding a rappelling rope and he was standing outside of his barracks door. He had nothing on but the first generation of the Army grey PT shorts, no T-shirt. It was late 1987. […]
Jesus say’s, “Follow me” …….. An essay by William Marshall
I see Jesus over my right shoulder, he whispers in my right ear. When I am quiet, I don’t hear him, I know him. If I am quiet, he directs my thoughts. He pushes every […]
MMMMMhmm, mmmhm, Smells just like a N-word………. An essay by William Marshall
About a year ago, we were having a BBQ in my community. Several of us were down by the pavilion watching a guy start up these two huge smokers. I think it might have been […]
Monuments……… An essay by William Marshall
I live in a small town in East Alabama. We have several monuments in our city. They are pretty cool to look at. One is a monument placed in honor of an Air Defense Unit […]
International Heavyweight Champion!…… An essay by William Marshall
We hadn’t been there, well, I hadn’t been there but a few days. We were practically at war. I was in a country called Albania. We were on a real-world emergency deployment. You know the […]
Gourmet Sauce……. An essay by William Marshall
Ginger’s main most thing was spaghetti sauce. She would always say that was her best dish. She bought all the ingredients, the little cans of tomatoes, the spices. She would slave over the stove for […]
Narrow bridge……. An essay by William Marshall
The road to my uncle’s house in Montgomery was a winding one. It was some county road in South East Alabama that surely has a name. I don’t know what it is. I can only […]
Fishing under the bridge……. An essay by William Marshall
When I was a kid, one the biggest adventures that I took part in was crappie fishing at night with my dad and uncles. There was this one spot on the lake where all the […]