It was a thing in an Army mess hall. Eggs to order. You had a personal chef, he would cook you an egg or an omelet almost any way you wanted it. You could stand […]
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I will never die………. An essay by William Marshall
If it is true that I will never die, that I am eternal, that my soul will live forever, is living forever. If it is true that I will never die, why do I seem […]
You are my keeper…….. An essay by William Marshall
Jesus says that I am brother’s keeper. In my mind, that means that I should help keep them out of trouble. When I was a 1SG, I did everything in my power to keep my […]
Disillusioned with the Bible…….. An essay by William Marshall
I would figure that the “Word of God” would be a unifying text. It would bring people together, help us understand the things that we might not get right away. Give us a guidepost, roadsigns, […]
Army is a socialist jobs program……An essay by William Marshall
I joined the US’s largest socialist jobs program to have a chance at affording a college degree. Def a last resort. That’s what she posted. I had never thought of it quite like that but […]
Marshall’s Weapon Safety and Sponsorship Plan………. An essay by William Marshall
From the point when enacted forward, all new gun purchases would require mandatory attendance to a gun safety and mentorship program. Minimum class length 8 hours long to include range time with a vast assortment […]
Bus kiss…..An essay by William Marshall
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 […]
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 […]