Existential Musings of an Introspective Soldier † H.S.
❝A porous wooden cross hung pendulously from his bulging neck on a rope that could moor him to the dock of reality or act as a noose depending on the weather.❞ [Note: This story is set in the jungles of Vietnam during the 1960s.] Inspired by Tim O'Brien's novel "The Things They Carried" © 2014 hood_winked
