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You have all probably been to my "Hometown"
Home town. What a funny phrase. Since I was a kid, I have been asked, "Where are you from? Where is your hometown?" I'll be honest, I've never really known how to answer that question. As a kid, I'd always countered the question with one of my own. "Are you asking me where I was born? Or the last place I lived". You see, I grew up as a military brat. I have lived in almost all fifty states, and if I haven't lived there officially, I have spent enough time going there to almost give me a residence.
By Mindi Bollig5 years ago in Serve
The Umpire
My father, Robert Edmundo Perez, of Mexicali, Baja California, Mexico, son of Edmundo Perez, of Ciudad Juarez, Mexico, has come a long way. He wasn’t born under a full moon or surrounded by a large group in celebration of his arrival, but he was brought into this life with genuine love. Love. It seems like a very simple concept that exists in life. Love encompasses many things. A will. A goal. A choice. A desire. Ganas.
By Paul Perez5 years ago in Serve
Final Correspondence
The sound of the doorbell startled my steady hand causing a scribble on the letter ‘a’ I was writing. I let out a sigh, admiring my awkward checkmark looking symbol as I set the pen and black journal down on the table. My $20,000 contest-winning plan will have to wait until later. Rising from my chair and making my way to the front door I squint to see through the dark frosted glass. I could see the figure of a well-postured man, and it looked like he was wearing a uniform. Feeling my heart quicken, my steps increased to match the beat. Could it really be? But he’s home so early.
By Michelle Pattison5 years ago in Serve
Service Repaid. Top Story - February 2021.
Soo-Jin Quinn paced the waiting room area feverishly as she counted down the time. She looked at the light above the door expecting it to cease its glow at any moment. She knew she still had three more long agonizing minutes until it was her turn, and it was torture.
By George Grimes5 years ago in Serve
War Child
He came to us war-torn and ragged, the child buried somewhere safe behind dark, haunted eyes. Silent and watchful, he eyed my husband and me without fear, resigned to whatever fate had in store for him. Found under a pile of rubble from his school in the village of Azaz, he lay on top of a dead classmate, unconscious and bleeding profusely from numerous lacerations. The barrel bomb was thorough in the destruction of the school, with the boy being the only survivor out of thirty children and four teachers.
By Riss Ryker5 years ago in Serve
Forgotten Days Past
“After all, if you have a chance of being shot or blown up any day, what threat is lung cancer?” Joe reasoned and dragged another puff on his Woodbine. He glanced up out of their hole; distant flashes of fire lit his eyes. Smoke that held the tang of scorched earth, burnt metal and hell, filled his nostrils.
By Suzsi Mandeville5 years ago in Serve
