I did. I had a gay Soldier, I had a bi Soldier, I had a Soldier that wanted to wear make up, I had a Soldier that pee’d his bed at night, I had a […]
Category: true stories
We are on strike 1SG……… An essay by William Marshall
It was spring of 1991, we were stop lossed in Korea. We couldn’t go home even though our time was ended for the one year tour. I was one of them. I was stuck. I […]
The Fireball just rolled through………. An essay by William Marshall
I was closing the back double doors and securing them with the 2×4. We had just put the students on a well deserved 20 minute break. I imagine that we were about to throw the […]
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 […]
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 […]
Don’t tell me on Friday……. An essay by William Marshall
When we were young, Ginger and I had a great neighbor named Guy Harris. He was a retired Army Master Sergeant. He was a veteran of both the Korean and Vietnam War. His last job […]
Calling roll….. An essay by William Marshall
Have you ever had to call roll? Take attendance? You call the persons name, they say “present” or “here.” If they don’t make a response, no big deal, mark them accordingly and just move on. […]
Who’s the baddest……… An essay by William Marshall
He had been drinking Coors Light and telling stories the whole night with a big smile. Somehow the two of us bumped into each other out at Bliss and I actually got a chance to […]