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A soldiers life for me
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A soldiers life for me
I spill from the pod and run as I can but my ankle broke and I fall and fire comes down and at the very last moment my brain lights
AND
I
GO
I spill from the pod and the birth fluid splashes around and grab gear and tumble to the drop and the living squirming water comes and I drown and a hammer smashes and I bend but not break down as I launch for the world, and for the moment, I can sleep. The flak hits me. My impact compensators shatter but I guide to a gun nest
And
All
Is
Right
For the shreds of the moment, anyway.
When it ends, they give me a medal. I died ten times before I couldn’t move, couldn\'t think, anymore, all in this battle. A record, perhaps. We lost.
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Jun 22nd 2005
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Just a drabble that is a bit to big to be a drabble. Probably going to move it to the scraps in a few days. Was trying for a hurried half-mad feel, did I get it? This was brought on in part by In Conquest Born by C.S. Friedman, which is an obscenely good book. Really. This is the third, fourth time I've read it and I've read 500 pages in two days, pretty heavy stuff too. I can't put it down. You should all read it, though I must warn you that one of the cultures is extremely brutal and... Think of the Sith without the powers, if the Sith were a society with politics and all that. No evil though, just brutal efficiency with a rather barbaric philosophy. With women as a decided underclass. If a woman is proven to manipulate men she can and likely will be executed in very painful ways. But, uh, great book. Take the fact that I'm rambling about it as evidence of that.
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Comments
Demetrius Says:
You definitely got the mad tumble of words down, very stream of conciousness. It's the last few lines that just flat do it for me, though I couldn't say why.
zerospace Says:
You hit the half-mad-half-hurried tumble so damn well... Makes me want to lick my lips.