06.05.1944
Somewhere in England...

Sgt. Roderick 'Roddie' Maxwell sat on his bunk.

The other Paratroopers of the 82nd Airborne Division bounced around the barracks, from card games, to dice shoots, to prayer circles, to just guys talking, people floated around taking care of the last minute business.

The word had just come down.

Tomorrow they would ( Read more... )

It was over, now.

He left her.

He was trying to move on, get out there, find a distraction from the hurt and the pain her felt.

It worked, with only limited success.

She was still around, they still ran in the same circles, had the same common friends.

Everytime he saw her on the Internet Relay Chatroom, he ducked out, avoided her.

Dr. Cherbonne ( Read more... )

When he first met her, at Prince Marlowes birthday celebration, he took quick notice of her.

She carried herself well, gracefully.  But she wasn't proper, or uptight.

She was free, that would be the best way for him to describe it.

No, actually, the better term would come to him later.

She interested him, intrigued him.

If it had not been for his ( Read more... )

He hung up the cell phone, saying good bye to the Baroness.

The linen scarf she gave him, still tied securely to his wrist, reminded him of her.  His mind raced, rage, anger, hurt, tore through his mind.  All the things he'd said to try to hurt her back, the things he said to try to keep her.

And the things he said when he knew he couldn't.

He took it ( Read more... )

Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater

[00:53] Sir_Roderick_Maxwell: And,
[00:54] Sir_Roderick_Maxwell: prior to that, I thought I had made it clear that my relatioinship with the Baroness had nothing to do with her appointment to my order.
[00:54] Sir_Roderick_Maxwell: And that ( Read more... )

 The moon cast it's blueish light down through the trees and branches and leaves, at night the park was beautiful.

Her skin, her small frame, the beautiful flowing green ball gown, the sparkling diamonds.

He kept looking at her, noting how smart she was, and how scared she realy was.

Mst of all, he thought about her accent, and how it made her sound ( Read more... )

I kiss her forehead...

"Goodnight, Babygirl..."

I hate hospitals.

Grammy Alice was in a hospital before she died.  I was 5 years old.  Mom used to take me to see her.

Grammy Alice was actually my mom's gandmother.  When mom got herself in tha 'family way' with me, being unwed at the age of 16, and from a very well to do, respectable, rich family, her ( Read more... )

Feel free to do it if you want, or ask for clarifications ( Read more... )

The huey was about to make it's final approach into Dalton, GA airspace ( Read more... )

Clicking the mouse button, the PC brought up the song list ( Read more... )