by Tony Brindle | May 21, 2009 | Stories
Foreword “Some say it was a battle; the second Battle of Trafalgar. In military circles, I doubt the term is accurate. I was there, frightened and in fear of my life. I do find it convenient to draw on such comparison. At night, when I’m often not quite awake. I smell...
by Tony Brindle | May 17, 2009 | Stories
Estaires. Northern France 1915 Exhumed through French mud, In fear laced fascination she stared at a dead hand. Wired in rusted barb and stained in British blood, in defiance a curled skeletal finger cloaked in grey skin, beckoned from its decomposing grip. ‘A grim...
by Tony Brindle | May 15, 2009 | Stories
No Man’s Land Forward For all those who gaze in peace toward the night sky, I must recall, for soon it will be too late, a simple yet timeless story where Hell met Earth and ordinary people engaged in selfless acts of sacrifice. In the maelstroms and the furnaces,...
by Tony Brindle | May 15, 2009 | Stories
James turned the green stone over between his fingers. His chest boiled to a wound inflicted from the sword of a French Knight. Blood bubbled freely from its surface. The stump of his right arm, secured in a tourniquet bled dark clots into dirty rags used to dress it....
