Independent voices from the TWT Communities
Black flies hummed around stall 58 at Wagner Range. Fort Benning's pine trees shimmered in the distance as the late-morning temperature pushed 95 degrees with the promise of more from the Georgia summer.
"Yeah," Stewart said, and pulled the letter from Olson's pocket he never wanted his family to read.
An RPG took Josh Olson’s leg, but not sharpshooter's spirit →
"I'll marry your sister," he said, continuing a long-running joke, "just so you know."
An RPG took Josh Olson’s leg, but not sharpshooter's spirit →
