Waiting
With a barely audible grunt the spike arcs over his head and embeds into the rock. The wind whips around his shoulders, threatening to pull him to his death. But […]
With a barely audible grunt the spike arcs over his head and embeds into the rock. The wind whips around his shoulders, threatening to pull him to his death. But […]
The tortured death cries of the left flank cut through the morning mist like razors. The first strike had come where the Colonel had predicted. But there was little time […]