A Chaplain's aide tries to preserve the peace of an armistice.I love seeing stories which imagine peace. In fact, I think authors too often go the easy route of following the incredible momentum of violent action that exists in so much of our storytelling. Because this story tried for that, I wan...
This is another story for which I am not the target audience. I needed to know a lot more about the military to understand much of what was going on. I do know who Chesty Puller was, and that tells me a lot about this story's intended audience and confirms it isn't me. I did like the robots-in-sp...
Henrietta Lechtenberg stirred reluctantly, then flipped herself out of her hammock and floated over to the west wall of her sleeping chamber. Gripping a support rail with her left hand, Henrietta tapped at the wall’s touch-sensitive display surface with her right. The proximity alarm went silent,...
The moon was full and there wasn’t a cloud in the late August night sky, so I could see them perfectly through the slant-paned windows of the broadcast booth: two men and two women, in suits, and wearing sunglasses. Sunglasses? At two in the morning? I’d had visits from the FCC before, but never ...
I WAITED SIX DAYS. Acting any sooner would have been a mistake. With the situation between Thukhan and I coming to a head, any immediate action on my part would have been expected, or even planned for, by him. So I hid my rage behind a mask, and plowed through the immersive marksmanship training,...