ChaosOfNoise

Winning garden; corpses feed the flowers

Aiming from inside a fox hole is hard. You try to keep focused, but your family, girl, friends and lost comrades keep blurring your vision. But then you find the right rage, you burn red inside, and you find the heart to dismiss your tears. They never stand a chance when you are like that.

She was about to give up on him. He was ten minutes late, and this would make him guy number two who had stood her up after meeting her on match.com.  He arrived just as she thought about getting the waiter's attention to get the check for her glass of wine. He was, to her relief, as advertised on his ad: his brown hair was starting to grey at the temples, but it was well combed and neatly trimmed in a slightly boyish way that gave more validity to the naive lightness of his blue eyes that made her consider giving him the benefit of the doubt. "I'm so sorry."  He extended his hand. "I'm Brian, and you are most definitely Deanna." She smil