Monthly Archives: August 2015

Operation Caesar’s Folly (Part V)

It is common knowledge among the Airborne Division, and the rest of the military in general, that pilots are narcissists. Each one is the hero in their own grand epic, and there is reason for this. The Airborne Division actively … Continue reading

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Death on Sunday

Death and I play chess every Sunday. Not for my soul or extra time. It’s not like that. It’s just a friendly game. At 6 AM I gather my chess set, fill a thermos with coffee, and head to the … Continue reading

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Operation Caesar’s Folly (Part IV)

Issac stared at the papers arranged carefully on the floor of his cabin. Each one bearing notes on a particular protocol of German coding. He could read the code of course, but reading the code was not the same as forging … Continue reading

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Operation Caesar’s Folly (part III)

“Fuck!” Victoria spat. “Language, *click* Ma’am *click*,” 0sc4r fussed. “I could still get them out,” Beth reasoned, “If we could get a message to them, tell them where to meet us, I could land in some farmer’s back field and … Continue reading

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