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Oneword no.1: umbrellaI was sitting next to her in the rain. We held each other as we sat under the umbrella that she had managed to secure from her house. We ran away because we were tired. Tired of all the lies, all the anger, all the hate. It's just something we have to get away from. And maybe, beneath this umbrella, we can keep all those things away. Because all I need is her, and all she needs... is me.
DreamingI'm writing this stupid
poem, because cupid
shot me and made me
the most lucid
dream about you and me
I've ever had,
as if reality dropped by
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
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