Serial
If you have been following along, you may have noticed that a few of the posts went together. Well, you weren't going crazy. I have decided to take the little story I started here and turn it into a full-fledged serial novel.
Chase
I knew that the war would kill me eventually, but I never would have guessed that it would be on that flight. I remember cussing out the refueling boy for spilling some gasoline on the deck of the carrier before I took off. It wasn’t his fault for spilling it—those tanks are heaver than in—and it was his fault for looking almost identical to that piece of shit, but at that point, but he did, and that pissed me off.
Reminder
Often, I am surprised by the way the mind works. Seemingly thoughtless synapses trigger and fire a haphazard barrage of signals directed to and from every point on the body, forcing life to work. Last night I told Ashley that the sunrise reminded me of her. I didn’t realize how true it was until this morning.
Twin
I was later told that it was one of our men: An American. No one really knew that the war was so close to home until he was shot down over the Chesapeake Bay. I was told that the pilot died instantly, but his twin-engine plane remained mostly intact and continued to fly until it ran out of fuel over the Mississippi River, coming down just outside of Tallapoosa. Those Peruvians sure can aim.
OfficeSuite
If you haven’t noticed, I, Revolutionary has had a bit of a redesign. Titled OfficeSuite, this design features a more streamlined, professional look to it, while retaining all the individuality and functionality as the previous designs did. More on the redesign after the jump.
QuickNav
Today, I was feeling a bit bored, so I decided to write the first ever plug-in for the Somery weblogging script. It’s called QuickNav, and it allows the user to quickly move through the articles. Don’t see it? Click “more” and be amazed.
Zombie
Waking, showering, and dressing this morning wasn’t as arduous as it had been the past week: Pushing my alarm back 15 minutes seemed to work perfectly. I never cared much for 4:45AM anyway. She was still asleep, curled up with a pillow in Her arms. I was worried I would wake Her as I sat down on the edge of the bed, sinking in ever so slightly. She stirred silently in while I put on my socks. I never really realized just how beautifully a flickering fluorescent flame can illuminate the sleeping face of a faultless innocence.