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One Generation Enemies; Next Generation Friends
I was born in 1943 during World War II in New Zealand. During this war, New Zealand lost eleven thousand, six hundred and twenty men, killed in action. One of them was a third cousin of my father. His name was Lloyd Allan Trigg, a bomber pilot and was the only Allied serviceman to be posthumously awarded the Victoria Cross based on the evidence of an enemy combatant in the second world war.
By Michael Trigg5 years ago in Serve
Answer Me
If anyone tries to tell you that money will buy you happiness, they’re wrong. It’s been one month and 27 days since we got the news, and it’s still hard for me to get out of bed in the morning. One month and 27 days that I've written down things to tell my father once he gets home from the war, only to remember that he won’t. The realization that I can’t ever see or talk to him again… that's the hardest pill to swallow.
By Savannah Patience5 years ago in Serve
Inside Leningrad, 1941
PROLOGUE 21ST, JULY, 1941. The overwhelming sense of air that had been thrown off of it’s course made itself far from silently known, as it passed by the once muffled eardrums of a courted soldier, lining his back up behind the substantial bags of sand that seemed to become their fortified blockages over time of what was genuine defense being used for the centric blockades around the city. Though, it seemed to be what he once mistook for the angers of Mother Nature, were the graces of lead that their rival formalities found so comforting in their times of need. With the quick motion that ducked his head behind the fortifications, he instinctively courted the rackety SVT-40 of a fallen comrade closer to his chest-- a quick breath in, and a longer one out-- bringing him back from the chastise of slowed fantasy, and into reality.
By Tyler Barry5 years ago in Serve
The Man Who Saved the World
запуск! запуск! The year was 1983, and it was early in the morning in a bunker near Moscow when the sirens went off. The word запуск was displayed in bold red letters. A man stood up and stared at the screen. Perspiration began to gather around his temples.
By Dan Brioli5 years ago in Serve
A Soldier's Soft Spot
“Wake up! Get up! It’s time to put your feet on the ground.” yelled Alana’s father as his heavy feet took turns walking down the hallway. Five am was his regular routine and one he never, would never, deviate from. But in the last room on the right was Alana on the phone with her best friend, totally wanting to deviate from anything her dad tried to make her do.
By Tralandice Hogan5 years ago in Serve
Sale Price
On this side of the ledger, one is subject to run across those instances wherein drastic times will call for drastic measures. At the going rate these days, that's par for the course. But lack of discernment can take one just a little too far over the edge—to the point of no return in fact. In the following story, Charles Androne's cohort Interlichia held that truth to be self-evident.
By Lee Faison5 years ago in Serve
Random tidbits from my stint as an...
1MAR2021; 1920, MON It's been a New York minute since my last post in the designated military community of this site, and like the living legend NaS (sic) said on "N.Y. State of Mind", off of his debut album from '94, "It's time...I don't know how to start this s**t" tho." I was the designated radio guy for my platoon for a hot minute and I suppose that that's as decent as any intro to a fairly random piece.
By Nefarious Darrius5 years ago in Serve
A room on the Moika
The room was filled with the sweet smell of candle smoke. Despite the tall, broken windows offering grandiose views of decorated façades across the Moika’s frozen waters, the high-ceilinged room was dark. The sun had set long before dinnertime, and Oleg’s candle was the sole source of light.
By Sébastien Mouret5 years ago in Serve
The Sound of Silence
If you were to ask your mate down the pub when submarines first started going stealthy, and by stealthy I mean the use of acoustic tiles and propulsors, they would point to the Cold War. And in a way they would be right. The Cold War advanced the submarine platform in leaps and bounds.
By Alan Walker5 years ago in Serve
Over the Panj
“What do you know about Matthew McCann, Lieutenant?” Lt. William Fox heard the colonel’s voice over the shouting gale of the wind and the propellers. He held onto the strap above, by now all too used to the heat and the dry air that buffeted into the helicopter.
By Gordon Hawkins5 years ago in Serve
