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‘Dead men in such familiar promiscuity . . .’ November 30, 2006

Posted by dr. gonzo in Writing.
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This is a paragraph from some of the recent work on my novel. Trying to average at least 1,500 words per day. So far so good . . .

Uriel paused briefly. “The idea is to have defenses hold just long enough to repel the initial counter attack. Whether or not we could stop another frontal assault across no man’s land, well, there are no guarantees.”

Roberts nodded. He understood that from the go. There were never any guarantees in war, no matter what the newspaper said or what the recruiting poster lied to you about, there was no such thing as guarantees. He witnessed it thousands of times, on thousands of nights, sleepless and alone with the screams. Wails of dead men, painted red and scattered across the rocky terrain. Cries of the wounded, the left behind. The boys, not even men. Marching to their certain death. The look of dead men drenching their eyes. Making them pale and cold. Thousands of times, there was never any guarantee. Roberts already knew that. That, he would never need to be told

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