War Journals/Letters/Diaries.

For V-Day.

The LOVE Letters of Al & Jill – 1942-1945

The 154th Squadron, 136th B-Wing, Korea

The Letters of Francis James Mack – 1917-1918

Michael’s Letters Home From Vietnam

VietnamDiary.com

432nd Company, the Desert, 1990-1991

Armor Geddon: Neil Prakash, Tank Platoon Leader, Iraq – 2003

Doc in the Box: Sean Dustman, Navy Corpsman, 4 Tours in Iraq

MilBlogging.com – Massive Collection of Military Blogs

-Sonny

Flow, SubCon, FLOW.

Sometimes my mind sprints off into a very specific spot, like a dog finding his exact spot to shit on the lawn.  It works I guess.  I just never seem to completely nail a concept (or handful of concepts) on the button the way I imagined the day before.  The last piece of fiction I put up here I’d been mulling over in my head for what felt like years.  First it was “Ooo!  Got it: a science fiction version of Heart of Darkness!”, mehhh.  Then it morphed into “Okay, that works… but turn it into a memoir type satire from the guy responsible”.  No.  Horrible, miserable, awful garbage.  I’m less than zero.  I switched focus back and forth from so many different concepts, it felt like I was penning Spiderman 3 (what a pile that flick was; what up w/ Sandman being the “real killer” of Uncle Ben? Lame).  In the end, I think I got the point across; I hope anyways.  The signature consumerism and corporate consumption of the West invading the East.  The very notion of Capitalistic Communism.  Internet censorship in the People’s Republic of China.  Bailouts.  Corporations the business world and nations themselves are so utterly dependent on, they’ll do anything to keep them afloat.  Greed.  Blah, blah blah blah.  There are times though, times where I think the real essence of what I like to do peeks out, times where I rear back like Nolan Ryan and throw everything I got at the keys almost without thinking.  Those are the times I like.  And, according to the few chaps who have accepted my submissions, some others do too.  So was the case yesterday, and spilling over into this morning.  This as of unnamed piece isn’t doing or saying anything Earth shattering.  It isn’t tackling politics or corruption.  It isn’t tackling anything… of this world.  Or real.  This is my subconscious spilling out of me.  Filthy green bile that smells bad and seems otherworldly.  It is a part of me, I guess.  Some small edits, a name, a package and a stamp, should be here tomorrow??  I’m just an asshole, man.  Just an asshole…\

-Sonny