Glass VesselsVessels of glass totteringon an unstable shelfuntil one managesto slip off the edge,sha tter ingon the cold tile floor.We see the piecesof the once beautiful entityand search for a reason.Why would this happen?That this glasswhich was so radiant, and wholewould comecrashingdownin an instant.Our lives are like glass totteringon an unstable shelf,and some simplyfall soonerthen others.
War DancePaul lifted his pack as though it were his partner, gently guiding the strap around his arm and over his shoulder.He closed his eyes a moment, and almost swore that she was there, standing behind him, her hand firmly resting on his back. He could feel the warmth of her, and hear her subtle breathing as she leaned in towards his neck.BOOM! The ground shook and he was reintroduced to his surroundings. Clods of dirt flew through the air, bouncing off his helmet and camo. His squad was on the advance, and it was time for him to move.He followed the patterns of those ahead of him, ducking behind sand bags and stumbling into pits. He still couldn't help but flinch at the sound of gunfire, except for when the machine guns rattled off. He knew that those were armed by his brothers, and that they were carving their way through enemy lines.Across the way he saw one of his troops get gunned down. With pack in hand, he ran to the recruit while ducking his head, and slid by the injured soldier